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Late that night Selwyn lay in his bed and listened to the softened tones of his two guests conversing in the living-room, Johnston Smyth having conceived such an attachment to his newly found friend that it was quite impossible to persuade him to leave. At his own request, blankets had been spread for Durwent on the floor, and after a hot bath he had rolled up for the night close to the fire.
'Discreet, she coquetted. 'People will talk. 'Let them, said Mr. Dunckley earnestly. 'Madame Carlotti, I think you know Mr. Dunckley H. Stackton Dunckley and you too, Mrs. Le Roy Jennings; you clever people ought to be friends at once. And I want you to meet Mr. Pyford, the' 'Hah d'ye do? 'How are you? 'Ro splendid, thanks. 'We were discussing, said Lady Durwent 'discussing'
Hesitating a moment, she wrote hurriedly: '4th March 1915, 2lA PARK WALK. 'DEAR MR. SELWYN, Will you please come and see me as soon as you can? I am not on night-duty this week. Yours sincerely, ELISE DURWENT. She sealed the envelope and handed it to Maynard. 'Please find out from the R.A.C. where he is, and ask them to send this note to him. I am ever so grateful, Horace.
More in hysteria than ever, Lady Durwent hurried from the room, followed more slowly by her husband and her daughter, and greeting the Honourable Malcolm at the door, smothered him in a melodramatic embrace. 'My dear, brave Malcolm, she cried. With as good grace as possible the young man submitted to the maternal endearments, disengaging her arms as soon as he decently could.
The singer's hat fell off, and Monsieur Beauchamp, who was hovering about with the bill, had just stooped to recover it, when Selwyn heard, a suppressed cry of pain from Elise Durwent. Thrusting her chair away from her, she made for the emerging party, and halted them at the top of the stairway. 'Dick! she said breathlessly. 'Dick!
H. Stackton Dunckley lit a cigarette, opened the first letter, and read it. 'MY DEAR STACKY, Next Friday I am giving a little dinner-party just a few unusual people to meet an American author who has recently come to England. Do come; but, you brilliant man, don't be too caustic, will you? 'Isn't it dreadful the way gossip is connecting our names? Supposing Lord Durwent should hear about it!
Their story is not straight, but they seem decent enough fellows. If you are not satisfied' He was interrupted by an exclamation of astonishment from Selwyn, who had noticed the Englishmen for the first time. 'Great Scott! gasped Selwyn. 'Dick Durwent! Dick looked up, and at the sight of the American's face he uttered a cry of relief. 'Is that really you, Selwyn? What luck!
A month ago he had read how Captain Fensome, of Lady Durwent's house-party, had been killed trying to rescue his servant in No Man's Land. The sight of Dick Durwent and Johnston Smyth marching away had been only a spur to more intensive writing. Then why should that haltingly worded sentence lie like ice against his heart? A sharp pain shot through his head.
Here' Maynard ran the knife down the side of the column. 'Now then, old Fensome has promised to get the thing out of the Post, and to tell Lord Durwent before he goes to town. But he mustn't hear of it this way, and those women are not to know a word about it while they're in the house.
The American bowed cordially over her proffered hand; but when he turned to acknowledge the old nobleman's greeting he was struck silent. No tree withered by a frost ever showed its hurt more clearly than did Lord Durwent.
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