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Updated: November 17, 2025
"No," he declared, "it's not fair to me. I can't make you out at all. You're not in love with Harry Tristram, are you?" "With that boy?" asked Mina, attempting to be superb. "That's women's old nonsense," observed Duplay, twirling his mustache knowingly. "They often fall in love with young men and always try to pass it off by calling them boys."
But often his heart sank. Mina was with him no more; he never thought of Neeld as a possible ally; Harry's position was strong. Among the reasons for inactivity which Duplay did not acknowledge to himself was the simple and common one that he was in his heart afraid to act. He meant to act, but he shrank from it and postponed the hour as long as he could.
That's the sort of thing a man may manage to believe about himself; it's not the sort of thing that other people believe about him, Major Duplay." He rose slowly to his feet and the men stood face to face on the edge of the Pool. The rain fell more heavily: Duplay turned up his collar, Harry took no notice of the downpour.
But I don't want to talk about that except so far as it comes into the other matter which it does very considerably." He laid his hand on Neeld's knee. "Neeld, Duplay came and told me that Harry Tristram has no title to the peerage or to Blent. I'm not going to trouble you with the details now. It comes to this Harry was born before, not after, the marriage of his parents.
Eléonore Duplay, the eldest daughter of his host, inspired Robespierre with a more serious attachment than her sisters. The feeling, rather predilection than passion, was more reasonable on the part of Robespierre, more ardent and simple on the part of the young girl.
A few loaves of sugar, or a bottle or two of good liqueur, given to the citoyenne Duplay would have saved Descoings. This little mishap proves that in revolutionary times it is quite as dangerous to employ honest men as scoundrels; we should rely on ourselves alone. Descoings perished; but he had the glory of going to the scaffold with Andre Chenier.
Her feelings went round like a weather-cock; she was ashamed of herself, sorry for Harry yes, and afraid of Harry. And she was afraid of Duplay too. She had run herself into something serious that she saw; something serious in which two resolute men were involved. She did not know where it would end. But now she could not resist.
"It's the cheapest, I expect, and I want to economize." "People always do as soon as they've got any money," reflected Duplay in a puzzled tone. "If you were on half-pay as I am, you'd never want to do it." "Well, I've another reason." This was already saying more than she had meant to say. "Which you don't mean to tell me?" "Certainly not."
Then, as Duplay slowly rose, he turned with a start, as though he noticed the new-comers for the first time. He laughed as he raised his cap. "We didn't know we were to have spectators," said he. "And you nearly came in for a tragedy! He was all but gone. Weren't you, Major?" "What were you doing?" cried Janie again. Mina was silent and still, scrutinizing both men keenly.
If he is provided with a son, he has the chance of a more unselfish benevolence; but Iver was not. Let all be said that could be said Bob Broadley was a disappointment. Iver would, if put to it, have preferred Duplay. There was at least a cosmopolitan polish about the Major; drawing-rooms would not appal him nor the thought of going to Court throw him into a perspiration.
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