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Baxter was regarding it with apprehension. It is true that mothers know sometimes more of their sons than their sons know of themselves, but there are certain elements of character that sometimes neither mothers nor sons appreciate. It was one or two of those elements that Maggie Deronnais, with her hands behind her head, was now considering.
Do you understand?" "I'm all right," he said dully. She disregarded it. "I want to help you, Laurie. You know that, don't you? I'm Maggie Deronnais. You remember?" "Yes Maggie Deronnais," said the boy, staring at the fire. "Yes, I'm Maggie. You trust me, don't you, Laurie? You can believe what I say? Well, I want you to fight too. You and I together. Will you let me do what I can?"
I can only tell you what not to do." "Very well." "Miss Deronnais, you are magnificent...! There, it is said. Now then. You must not get excited or frightened whatever happens. I do not believe that you are in any danger not of the ordinary kind, I mean. But if you want me, I shall be at the inn. I have taken rooms there for a night or so. And you must not yield to him interiorly.
But for all that, Miss Deronnais, it is just as serious as it can be." She did not know what to think. Was the man a madman himself? "Listen, please. I am telling you simply the facts. I was anxious, and I went round this morning first to Lady Laura Bethell. To my astonishment she saw me. I will not tell you all that she said, just now.
"God bless you, Miss Deronnais. Remember, I am at the inn if you need me." Mrs. Baxter dined placidly in bed at about half-past seven; but she was more sleepy than ever when she had done. She was rash enough to drink a little claret and water. "It always goes straight to my head, Charlotte," she explained.
It is to prevent that worst happening that you must use all the power you've got." "Am I to speak to him straight out? And what shall I tell Father Mahon?" "You must use your judgment. Your object is to fight on his side, remember, against this thing that is obsessing him. Miss Deronnais, I must give you another warning." She bowed. She did not wish to use more words than were necessary.
"Kindly answer my question," he said. "Do you think Mrs. Baxter " "Oh, God! Oh, God!" sobbed Maggie. "Steady, steady," said the old man. "Take my arm, Miss Deronnais." She shook her head, keeping her eyes fixed on his. He smiled in his grey beard. "Very good," he said, "very good. And do you think " She shook her head again. "No: not one word. She is his mother.
She had soon become accustomed to the idea, and indeed, when the first shock was over had not greatly disliked it, since her own adopted daughter, of half French parentage, Margaret Marie Deronnais, had been educated in the same faith, and was an eminently satisfactory person.
He nodded once or twice. "So do most sensible people. Well, Miss Deronnais, I have come to warn you. I did not write, because it was impossible to know what to say until I had seen you and heard your answer to that question. At the same time, I wanted to lose no time. Anything may happen now at any moment.... I wanted to tell you this: that I am at your service now altogether.
"Miss Deronnais, you have acted admirably.... What is he doing now?" "I don't know. I left him in his room. He was quite quiet." "You must go back directly.... Shall we turn? I don't think there's much more to say just now." Then she noticed that he had said nothing about the priest. "And what about Father Mahon?" she said. The old man was silent a moment. "Well?" she said again.
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