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Let me take you to your rooms. I will tell you all that has happened. Your husband will not be able to see you or speak with you." "I shall not get out," she declared, when the lift boy, in obedience to Draconmeyer's imperative order, stopped at her floor. "If I may not go on in the lift, I shall walk up the stairs. I am going to my husband." "He will not recognise you," Draconmeyer warned her.
"He was reading one in the hall when I saw him," Draconmeyer told her. "That would be yours, I should think. He left a message at the desk which was doubtless meant for you. He has gone on to the Sporting Club for an hour and will probably be back in time to change for dinner." Violet sat quite still for several moments. Something seemed to die slowly out of her face.
"I am not aware," Hunterleys said calmly, "that the question of diplomacy need come in when one's only idea is to regulate the personal acquaintances of oneself and one's wife." Mr. Draconmeyer sat quite still for a moment, stroking his black beard. His eyes were fixed upon the carpet. He seemed to be struggling with a problem. "You have taken the ground from beneath my feet," he declared.
Through his spectacles he was watching intently for the effect of his words. Hunterleys, however, only nodded thoughtfully, as though to some extent impressed by the advice he had received. "Very likely you are right," he admitted. "I will discuss the matter with my wife." "She is playing over there," Draconmeyer pointed out.
"I claim the right to regulate my wife's visiting list. She denies that right." "Apart from the question of marital control," Mr. Draconmeyer persisted, "will you tell me why you consider my wife and myself unfit persons to find a place amongst Lady Hunterleys' acquaintances?" "No man is bound to give the reason for his dislikes," Hunterleys replied. "Of your wife I know nothing. Nobody does.
Draconmeyer is, of course, not personally connected with this affair, whatever it may be, but he is a wonderful man and he hears many things. To-night, before dinner, he gave me a few words of warning. He did not tell me to pass them on to you but I feel sure that he hoped I would. You would not listen to them from him because you do not like him.
Our friend," he continued, under his breath, "has secured a valuable bodyguard, something very large and exceedingly powerful." Draconmeyer hesitated for a moment. Then he turned to Mr. Grex. "You have perhaps observed," he said, "the young man who is seated at the next table. It may amuse you to hear of a very extraordinary piece of impertinence of which, only this afternoon, he was guilty.
That, however, I could scarcely expect, considering " "Considering what?" he insisted, watching her steadfastly. "Considering all things," she replied, after a moment's pause. "Mrs. Draconmeyer is still an invalid?" "She is still an invalid." The slightly satirical note in his question seemed to provoke a certain defiance in her manner as she turned a little sideways towards him.
"Monsieur Douaille," he said, "has come to see us this evening at my own urgent request. Before we commence any sort of discussion, he has asked me to make it distinctly understood to you both to you, Mr. Draconmeyer, and to you, Herr Selingman that this is not in any sense of the word a formal meeting or convention. We are all here, as it happens, by accident.
"I wonder what they think of their neighbours! A little embarrassing for the chief guest, I am afraid." "I see your wife is in the enemy's camp," his companion observed. "Draconmeyer is coming to speak to me. This promises to be interesting." Draconmeyer and Selingman both came over to greet the English Minister.
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