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Delancy coloured, checked, but presently found voice to continue: "That's very good of you; I thought I might speak to you about this Greensleeve & Co.'s failure before Mrs. Dysart returns." "Certainly," said Duane, surprised; "what about them? They acted for Dysart at one time, didn't they?" "They do now." "Are you sure?" "Yes, I am. I didn't want to say so before Mrs. Dysart.
He flushed heavily, but made no movement to follow Geraldine and Dysart, who had now entered the conservatory and disappeared. For a full minute, uncomfortably silent, the two men stood side by side; then Duane said in a constrained voice: "I'll speak to Miss Seagrave, if you'll find her brother and Mrs. Severn"; and walked slowly toward the palm-set rotunda.
Over him swept a startled sequence of emotions bitter contempt for Dysart, scorn of the wretchedly equivocal situation and of the society that bred it, a miserable desire to spare her, vexation at himself for what he had unwittingly stumbled upon.
"Nevertheless, I must claim your promise," he said. There was a silence; she stood for a moment gazing at nothing, with the same bright, fixed smile, then turned and glanced at Dysart. The glance was his dismissal and he knew it. "If I must give you up," he said cheerfully, at his ease, "please pronounce sentence." "I am afraid you really must, Mr. Dysart."
Dysart gave an ugly laugh and turned short on his heel: "The whole damn lot of you make me sick," he said. "So does this club." A servant held his rain-coat and handed him his hat; he shook his bent shoulders, stifled a cough, and went out into the rain.
An' Pete galloped, he did! Didn't seem beset with them rheumatics he used ter talk about peartest leetle 'possum of a baby!" Tank Dysart lost no time in his investigations and he had the courage of his convictions. He did not scruple to call Peter Petrie to his face a mail-robber. "Ye tuk a package deposited in the United States' mail and converted it to your own use," he vociferated.
I hope I have.... And I must ask your pardon for pressing my private affairs upon you" he laughed mirthlessly "merely because I'd rather you didn't think me a crook for my father's sake.... Good-night." "Dysart," he said, "why in God's name have you behaved as you have to that girl?" Dysart stood perfectly motionless, then in a voice under fair control: "I understand you.
Few men cared for Dysart on first inspection or on later acquaintance; Mallett was no exception. Geraldine said, with smiling constraint: "It has been so very jolly to see you again." And withdrew her hand, adding: "I hope some time " "Won't you let me talk to you now for a moment or two? You are not going to dismiss me with that sort of come-back after all these years are you?"
You sees, your honour, as I said afore, I was own sarvant to Colonel Dysart; he was a Lord's nephy, a very gay gentleman, and great hand with the ladies, not a man more in the world; so I had the opportunity of larning what's what among the best set; at his honour's expense, too, augh!
And she disengaged her hands, crossed them behind her, and smiled back at him. It was his punishment. Her hands were very pretty hands, and well worth holding. "That maid," he said gravely, "has excellent manners. I merely complimented her upon them.... What else did you ah hear, Mrs. Dysart?" "What one might expect to hear wherever you are concerned. I don't mind.
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