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The board with the graduated divisions and the names of the horses marked upon them spun round once more. Dulcie's brows were contracted, her face was drawn, her expression tense. Slowly the board now revolved, slower still. It stopped. I saw her give a little start, and distinctly heard the gasp which escaped her. She had lost everything.
"Supposing that you were not to become my brother-in-law, as you seem so fond of calling me, would you be sorry?" "I jolly well think I should!" he replied, looking up sharply. "But what makes you say a thing like that? It's all rot, isn't it?" He seemed, as he looked at me with his big brown eyes which were so like Dulcie's, to be trying to discover if I spoke in jest or partly in earnest.
The first thing I thought when I looked out of the window this morning was: 'What a ripping place it is, and some day it will be all mine." "Yours, Everard?" "Why, of course. Who's else should it be? The Chase has always gone strictly in the male line, and I'm the oldest grandson, so naturally I'm the heir. It goes without saying!" Dulcie's pink face was looking puzzled.
Already I had proofs of the woman's extraordinary will power, and Dulcie, I knew, had been hypnotized by her more than once. I had doubts of Dulcie's ability to resist the woman's spell. Obviously, then, my duty lay before me. I must at once return to Paris. I must see Dulcie again if possible, see her in private.
The Blue Grotto, being the first on the list of performances, was determined to do the thing in style. Bertha and Carmel between them evolved a poster. It was painted in sepia on the back of one of Dulcie's school drawings, sacrificed for the purpose.
But Felice hadn't minded, she had inscribed a card, on which in her spidery slanting scrawl was written, "By gad!" he breathed, grinning, "she's coming on!" He didn't protest at Dulcie's demurely calling him "The Rumor," not even when she added, "Because as a lawyer, you're a false alarm." He took his humble part in the gigantic house-cleaning.
He had not a grain of chivalry in his disposition chivalry being an eminently unpractical virtue and naturally he saw no advantage in letting himself be mauled for the sake of a child younger than his own daughter. Dulcie's appeal enraged Tipping, who took it as addressed solely to himself. "You ought to be glad to stick up for her," he said between his teeth.
Gowan, also busy unpacking, kept firing off pieces of information, Bertha flitted in and out like a butterfly, and girls from other dormitories paid occasional visits. Phillida, who was a prime favorite, presently came in, and installing herself on the end of Dulcie's bed, so that she could address the occupants of both bedrooms, began to draw plans. "I've got an idea!" she announced.
"It was some days ago that somebody or other told me you lived here, or rather that you had an address here." "Oh, indeed. It's odd how people talk. By the way, how did you come to know that Mrs. Stapleton and Miss Challoner were here?" His question was interrupted by Dulcie's entering, wrapped in a great fur coat.
She cared a great deal, but she would not take him away from Mary. Mary knew nothing of what had occurred; she thought that Mills was working too hard. She was working hard herself, but she was very happy. She had a hope chest and sat up sewing late o' nights. Before Mary and Mills were married Dulcie's mother died, and Dulcie went abroad to live with an aunt.
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