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Devar's illness is not likely to be lasting, and the view from the Yat is, if possible, better in the afternoon than in the morning. In addition to my obvious need of a clean collar, I believe that our presence in Hereford to-day is not desired. Why? I shall make it my business to find out. Yours ever sincerely " Then he reached a high and stout stone wall of difficulty.
The Frenchman was too skilled a stalker of shy game to pretend a second time that the meeting was accidental. Mrs. Devar's shrill accents traveled clearly across the lawn. "Just fancy that ... finding James at Bath, and persuading him to come to Bristol on the chance that we might all dine together to-night! Naughty boy he is why didn't he run out here in your car?" Count Edouard said something.
For all he knew to the contrary, she might be tremulous with delight at the prospect of becoming a French countess; if that were so, the fact that he disapproved of Mrs. Devar's matchmaking tactics would be received very coldly. Cynthia's natural interpretation of his allusion to her chaperon offered a means of escape from a difficult position. "I am greatly obliged by your hint," he said.
Devar's faint protests, and tried to mitigate the blow she had inflicted by adding, with a valiant smile: "For this occasion only, Jupiter must content himself with Mercury as a companion." "If I had Jove's power " he began wrathfully. "If you were Cynthia Vanrenen, you would do exactly what she is doing," she cried, and fled from the window.
The Englishman who has wandered over the map is, if anything, more self-contained than his stay-at-home brother. He is often a stranger in his own land, and the dozen most reserved men present that evening were probably known by name and deed throughout the widest bounds of the empire. But, though eyes and brain were busy, she could not help noticing Mrs. Devar's taciturn mood.
Left alone once more, her gaze followed a small skiff speeding upstream over the placid surface of the silvery Wye; Medenham was rowing, and Cynthia held the tiller ropes; but Mrs. Devar's thoughts turned her mind's eyes inward, and they surveyed a gray prospect. Dale, the unseen monster who had struck this paralyzing blow, spoke of "the Frenchman."
The hotel people will look after my slight wants, as I dislike the notion of anyone tampering with the engine while I am absent." "Is it so delicate, then?" asked Cynthia, with a smile that he hardly understood, since he could not know how thoroughly he had routed Mrs. Devar's theories of the previous night. "No, far from it.
Cynthia need not have taken the trouble to avert her scarlet face from Mrs. Devar's inquisitive eyes; indeed, Mrs. Devar herself was glad that her quick-witted and perhaps quick-tempered young friend had not surprised the wry smile that twisted her own lips. "Just as you please, Cynthia," said she amiably.
Devar?" she said. When he heard the name, Medenham was so amazed that the last vestige of chauffeurism vanished from his manner. "You don't mean to say you are Jimmy Devar's mother?" he gasped. Mrs. Devar positively jumped. If a look could have slain he would have fallen then and there. As it was, she tried to freeze him to death.
He covered several paces in silence, and Curtis, who had reverted to his normal habit of sober gravity, took no part in the conversation. His estimate of its purport differed from Devar's.
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