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He half opened his lips, but closed them again. I saw the hand which he raised to his forehead shake. "What do you mean, Ducaine? Speak out, man." "The safe in the study has been opened during the night," I said. "Our map of the secret fortifications on the Surrey downs and plans for a camp at Guilford have been examined." "How do you know this?" "I tied the red tape round them in a peculiar way.
There are rumours of serious trouble in the Soudan, and if these are in any way substantiated, he will be certainly sent there. Good afternoon, Mr. Ducaine." "Good afternoon, your Grace." So he left me, stiff, formal, having satisfied his conscience, though I felt in my heart that his opinion of me, once formed, was not likely to be changed. Directly I was alone I opened my uncle's letter.
I felt like a victim upon the rack, whilst he, the executioner, held the cords. I do not think, however, that he learnt anything from my face. With a little shrug of the shoulders he abandoned the subject. "By-the-bye, Ducaine," he said, "I hope you won't mind my asking you a rather personal question." "If it is only personal," I answered quietly, "not at all.
She was so frail and so delicately beautiful in her white gown, with the ropes of pearls around her neck, the simply parted hair, and her dark eyes were so plaintive and yet so tender, that the angry exclamation died away on Lord Cheisford's lips. "Angela," he said, "Mr. Ducaine is here. You can speak with him if you will, but it must be in my presence.
"Ducaine," he said, "what relatives have you with whom you are in any sort of communication?" "None at all!" I answered. "Sir Michael Trogoldy was your mother's brother," he remarked. "He is still alive." "I believe so," I admitted. "I have never approached him, nor has he ever taken any notice of me."
"My story is as true as God's Word," I declared. "I am inclined to believe in it myself, Mr. Ducaine," said Lord Chelsford. "There are indications of a strong revival of Royalist sentiment amongst the French people, and it is very possible that the Prince of Malors may wish to ingratiate himself by any means with the French army.
I might accept and be grateful for employment, but this is charity." "A very conventional reply, Mr. Ducaine," she remarked, with faint sarcasm. "I gave you credit for a larger view of things." I found her still inexplicable. She was evidently annoyed, and yet she did not seem to wish me to be. There was a cloud upon her face and a nervousness in her manner which I wholly failed to understand.
She surveyed us both with a friendly and meaning smile, which somehow made my cheeks burn. It was no fault of mine that Blanche had been hanging over my chair. "Come," she said, "I'm sure I'm very glad to see you once more, Mr. Ducaine. Such a stranger as you are too! But you don't mean to sit in here without a fire all the afternoon, I suppose, Blanche. Tea is just ready in the dining-room.
She was wearing what I recognized as her best clothes, and not being entirely at her ease she talked loudly and rapidly. "Such a stranger as you are, Mr. Ducaine," she exclaimed. "Fancy, it's getting on for a month since we any of us saw a sign of you, and I'm sure never a week used to pass but father'd be looking for you to drop in.
Ducaine, wished me to express his great regret that he should have interfered in any way with your arrangements for this evening. You know, there are so many stupid people around here who have never understood anything at all about the war, and he was very anxious to get Colonel Ray to talk to them.
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