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When they arrived at the hotel, he managed, simply enough, to send the lad on some mission for Mrs. Detlor, which, he was determined, should be permanent so far as that evening was concerned. He was soon walking alone with her on the terrace. He did not force the conversation, nor try to lead it to the event of the evening, which, he felt, was more important than others guessed.
With a plaintive quirk of the voice the singer paused, gayly flicked the strings of the banjo, then put her hand flat upon them to stop the vibration and smiled round on her admirers. The group were applauding heartily. A chorus said, "Another verse, please, Mrs. Detlor." "Oh, that's all I know, I'm afraid," was the reply.
He saw the shy look of interest in her face, and with simple courtesy he raised his hat. She bowed and went on. He turned and looked after her; then, shaking his head as if to dismiss an unreasonable thought, entered and went to his room. About this time the party at Hagar's rooms was breaking up. There had been more singing by Mrs. Detlor.
Detlor raised her head toward the window with a quick, pretty way she had, her eyes much shaded by the long lashes. Her lips were parted in the smile which had made both men and women call her merry, amiable and fascinating. "You don't know what it is, of course," she said, looking round, as though the occurrence had been ordinary.
Detlor, which might probably would be shipwreck to his hopes of marriage, came upon him, and presently made him silent, so that he wandered away from the others. He was concerned as to whether he should tell Mrs.
"Quite so," he said, "and it is far from Tellavie." "It is not so far as it was yesterday," she added. At that they began to walk toward the garden leading to the cloisters. Hagar wondered whether Mrs. Detlor wished to be left alone with Telford. As if divining his thoughts, she looked up at him and answered his mute question, following it with another of incalculable gentleness.
Detlor, for, the Prince desired greatly to appear familiar with people and things theatrical, and Mrs. Detlor knew many in the actor and artist world. Mrs. Detlor smiled in his direction, but the smile was not reassuring. He was, however, delighted.
At last he said in a clear, steady voice, "I knew her once, I think." "I guessed so." "Indeed? May I ask if Mrs. Detlor recognized my voice?" "That I do not know, but the chances are she did not; if you failed to recognize hers." There was an almost malicious desire on Hagar's part to play upon this man this scoundrel, as he believed him to be and make him wince still more.
He sprang forward, caught her, and pushed the mirror back. Her head dropped on his arm. The young girl ran forward with some water as Hagar placed Mrs. Detlor on the sofa. It was only a sudden faintness. The water revived her. Baron stood dumbfounded, a picture of helpless anxiety. "I oughtn't to have driveled about that accident," he said. "I always was a fool." Mrs.
"When he got up the girl was married to the cousin who had periled his life for her. It was madness, but it was so." Here she paused. The silence seemed oppressive. Hagar, divining her thought, got up, went to the archway between the rooms and asked the young girl to play something. It helped him, he said, when he was thinking how to paint. He went back. Mrs. Detlor continued.
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