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Then out of a hollow tree Elgar drew oars for both boats, and we got them out into the river, and Dudda rowing one, and Elgar the other, in which I sat, we went to the place where they should be, keeping under the bank next the Danes. And it was well for us that the tide was so low, for else we should surely have been spied.
Reuben Elgar surveyed the room, but inattentively. "What is it you want of me?" Miriam asked, facing him abruptly. "Want? You hint that I have come to ask you for money?" "I shouldn't have thought it impossible. If you were in need you spoke of a third-class journey I am, at all events, the natural person for your thoughts to turn to." Reuben laughed dispiritedly.
A half good-looking sort of fellow: a fellow who could prate with a certain brio; not unlikely to make something of a figure in the eyes of a girl like Cecily. And what then? Before now, Elgar had confessed to a friend that he couldn't read the marriage-column in a newspaper without feeling a distinct jealousy of all the male creatures there mentioned.
"I am willing to mean that." "But you will admit, Mrs. Elgar, that my mode of fiction has as much to say for itself as that which you prefer?" "In asking for one admission you take for granted another. That is a little confusing." It was made sufficiently so to Mr. Bickerdike.
To refuse compliance would have been something more than failure in dutifulness; she would have felt it as harshness, and perhaps injustice, to one with whom she involuntarily stood on terms of ceremony. "May I write a reply to this letter?" she asked, after a silence. "I had rather you allowed me to speak for you to Mr. Elgar. To write and to see him are the same thing.
Shortly after this, Elgar would have risen to take his leave, but Mrs. Spence begged him to remain and lunch with them. The visitors from the Mergellina declined a similar invitation. Edward Spence was passing his morning at the Museum. On his return at luncheon-time, Eleanor met him with the intelligence that Reuben Elgar had presented himself, and was now in his sister's room.
Through the doorway he stepped immediately into a low-roofed hall, where a number of persons sat at table. Pillars supported the ceiling in the middle, and the walls were in several places painted with heads or landscapes, the work of artists who had made their abode here; one or two cases with glass doors showed relics of Pompeii. Elgar was one of the company.
"Let me give you an instance of what I mean," said Elgar, again seating himself on the table and fingering his watch-chain nervously. "You have been making friends with Mrs. Travis. Now, you are certainly quite ignorant of her character. You don't know that she left home not long ago." Cecily asked in a low voice: "And why didn't you tell me this before?"
I wished to say that those seemed to me the probabilities." "Thank you for the small mercy, at all events," said Elgar, with a laugh. "What do you intend to do?" Mallard proceeded to ask, changing his position. "I can make no plans yet. I have pretended to only too often. You have no objection to my remaining here?" "You must take your own course with the understanding to which we have come."
The Dane shouted, and Elgar stopped paddling with his hands and keeping his head above water. Now we looked to see him swim back to this bank, and began to wonder if the enemy would follow him and so find us.
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