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That the Frenchman was not yet aware of his identity was now clear enough, though, with Devar's probable duplicity still running in his mind, he could not solve the puzzle presented by this vaunted half-knowledge. Again the other attributed his perplexity to anything except its real cause. "I am willing to befriend you," he urged emphatically. "You have acted foolishly, but not criminally, I hope.
Devar's chaperonage was as useful to him as the lady herself intended it to be to Marigny, there was a vital difference between the two sets of circumstances.
They hastened to her Cynthia flushed at the thought that she might be recalled to London which she would not regret, since a visit to the dentist to-day is better than the toothache all next week and Medenham steeled himself against imminent unmasking. But Mrs. Devar's main business in life was self. "I have just heard from James," she cooed.
Each member of the animated group was gazing at Devar's boyish, self-possessed, well-chiseled face, when another interruption held them agog. A stout, middle-aged man, followed by a stouter matron, bustled into the circle. The newcomers were just as clearly Americans as the Earl was English, and the man cried angrily: "Who says that John D. Curtis is a tough? I'm his uncle."
"I'll take the same odds and do that myself. How could any normal human being miss the rattle of the Sixth Avenue Elevated?" Devar's forehead wrinkled with surprise. "Hello, there! Hold on! How often have you told me that you had never seen New York since you were a baby?" he cried.
Cynthia said she would be delighted. Reading between the lines of Mrs. Devar's description, it was not easy to comprehend the distinction that forbade friendship with Fitzroy while offering it with Millicent, Countess of Porthcawl. But the girl was resolved not to open a new rift. In her heart she longed for the day that would reunite her to her father; meanwhile, Mrs.
Anyhow, old sport, don't wait in after 7.30; just leave word where you may be about eleven." No further protest by Curtis was possible, because Devar's present behavior was of the whirlwind order. He seemed to own as many trunks as cousins, and a lantern-jawed Customs official was gloating over them already.
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