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Then she threw herself back into her chair, asking again, "What are you going to do?" He sat silent, thinking hard. It was not his business. Right and justice seemed, in some sense at least, on Harry's side. But the law is the law. And there were his friends the Ivers. In him there was no motive of self-interest such as had swayed Major Duplay and made his action seem rather ugly even to himself.
The citoyenne Duplay, wife of a cabinet-maker with whom Robespierre lodged, and who looked after the affairs of that eminent citizen, patronized, unfortunately, the Descoings establishment. She considered the opinions of the grocer insulting to Maximilian the First.
"Settles itself?" she repeated. He pointed to Harry's letter which was still in her hands. "You see what he himself calls you there, Miss Gainsborough." She made no answer. With another glance at Neeld, Iver pushed back his chair and rose. Neeld followed his example. They felt that the interview had better end. Duplay did not move, and Cecily stood where she was.
But before he had long indulged in this happy train of thought, he was called back to the realities of his troubled life by a low knock at his door, and on his answering it, a young woman, decently, but very plainly dressed, entered the garret with a candle in her hand; this was Eleanor Duplay; and when Robespierre allowed himself to dream of a future home, she was the wife of his bosom, and the mother of his children.
It was indeed "women's nonsense" when she spoke of him as "That Boy." Duplay turned away from her, disheartened and disgusted. Things looked well for the enemy. He was alone with his unsupported story of a conversation which Mina would not repeat, with his empty purse which could supply no means of proving what he said.
Surely Major Duplay mistook your figures?" "Unless he mentioned fifty thousand, he did," said Harry firmly. "H'm, I did you injustice, Major with some excuse, though. Surely, Mr Sloyd ?" He turned away from Harry as he spoke. "I beg pardon," interrupted Harry. "Am I to talk to Major Duplay?" Iver looked at him curiously. "Well, I'd rather talk to you, Harry," he said.
Should you object?" "Oh, no," said Harry, again with the weary indifference that seemed to have fastened on him now. "I've been gossiping," she said, "with Mrs Trumbler and Miss Swinkerton." "Good Lord!" "Miss Swinkerton says your engagement to Janie will be announced directly after the funeral." "And Major Duplay says that directly it's announced !" "You don't mean to tell me anything about it?"
Duplay had not expected this. "Well, you tried to put me out, you see. Besides, Janie Iver liked him, and she didn't care about you or me either, for that matter. So just before I well, disappeared I told Bob that he'd win if he went ahead. And I gather he has won, hasn't he?" A brief nod from Duplay answered him; he was still revolving the news about Bob Broadley.
Yet not quite the same. He did not know what he ought to do; she did not feel sure of what she wanted. Both stood undecided. Mr Cholderton's Journal was still at its work of disturbing people's minds. But Major Duplay was well content with the day's work. If his niece had a divided mind she would be easier to bend to his will. He did not care who had Blent, if only it passed from Harry.
If it told him he was beaten now, it made him determined not to give up the contest; it made him wish too that he was in a country where duelling was not considered absurd. At any rate he was minded to rebuke Harry. "You're a young man " he began. "Tell me that when I'm beaten. It may console me," interrupted Harry. "You'll be beaten, sir, sooner than you think," said Duplay gravely.
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