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I have had to pick my way through shoals innumerable, hold myself down when I have been burning to grip her by the wrists and tell her that all that a man could offer a woman was hers. Selingman, this sounds like nonsense, I suppose." "No," Selingman murmured, "not nonsense, but it doesn't sound like Draconmeyer." "Well, it's finished," Draconmeyer declared, with a great sigh of content.
"A little flat, but then it is a dull season of the year." "Markets about the same, I suppose?" Mr. Draconmeyer asked. "I am afraid," Mr. Simpson confessed, "that I only study the city column from the point of view of what Herr Selingman has just called the political barometer. Things were a little unsteady when I left. Consols fell several points yesterday." Mr. Draconmeyer frowned.
He held by the hand a little French girl, dark, small, looking almost like a marionette in her slim tailor-made costume. He recognised Draconmeyer with enthusiasm. "My friend Draconmeyer," he exclaimed, in stentorian tones, "baccarat is the greatest game in the world. I have won I, who know nothing about it, have won a hundred louis. It is amazing! There is no place like this in the world.
She showed no signs of anger or, indeed, disturbance of any sort. She laid her tiny white silk parasol upon the table and glanced at him coolly. "Well," she said, "you have your way, then. I am here." Draconmeyer looked at her long and anxiously.
She is going to try and sleep for an hour or two. I came to see if you felt disposed for a motor ride this morning?" "I should love it," she assented. "I should like to start as soon as possible. Henry was just going, weren't you?" she added, turning to her husband. He stood his ground. "There was something else I wished to say," he declared, glancing at Draconmeyer.
Hunterleys' attitude was that of a man who holds in his hand a puzzle and is doubtful where to commence in his efforts to solve it. "Are you not a little mysterious this afternoon, Mr. Draconmeyer?" he asked coldly. "Or are you trying to incite a supposititious curiosity? I really cannot see the drift of your question." "Answer it," Mr. Draconmeyer insisted.
Draconmeyer honestly believes that you are in danger." They had reached the end of the Terrace and they turned back. "I thank you very much, Violet," Hunterleys said earnestly. "In return, may I say something to you? If there is any danger threatening me or those interests which I guard, the man whom you have chosen to make your intimate friend is more deeply concerned in it than you think.
Draconmeyer had entered the room, and was peering everywhere as though in search of some one. He suddenly caught sight of them, hesitated for a moment and then approached. He addressed himself to Violet. "I have just seen Linda," he said. "She is broken-hearted at the thought of your departure."
She thought gratefully, even at that moment, yet with less enthusiasm than ever before, of the devout homage, the delightful care for her happiness and comfort, the atmosphere of security with which Draconmeyer seemed always to surround her. Yet all this was cold and unsatisfying, a poor substitute for the other things. Henry had been different once. Perhaps it was jealousy which had altered him.
I met him at my sister's, Lady Weybourne's, just before Christmas." "I remember you perfectly," Mr. Draconmeyer assured him courteously. "We have all been admiring your beautiful yacht in the harbour there." "I was thinking of getting up a little cruise before long," Richard continued. "If so, I hope you'll all join us. Flossie is going to be hostess, and the Montressors are passengers already."
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