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For at the height of this particularly mischancy posture of affairs the meddlesome Fates had elected to dispatch Cock-eye Flinks to serve as our deus ex machina.
Promptly Margaret opened the bag at her waist and took out her purse. "Don't!" she pleaded. "Please don't! I I'm upset already. Take this, and please oh, please, don't spend it in getting drunk or gambling or anything horrid," Miss Hugonin implored him. "You all do, and it's so selfish of you and so discouraging." Mr. Flinks eyed the purse hungrily. Such a fat purse! thought Cock-eye Plinks.
"Because, you know," she would afterward salve her conscience, "I couldn't be sure he didn't need it, whereas I was quite sure I didn't." Now she wavered for a moment. "You didn't say you had a wife before," she suggested. "An invalid," sighed Mr. Flinks "a helpless invalid, lady. And six small children probably crying for bread at this very moment.
The Fates having played their pawn, swept it from the board, and Cock-eye Flinks disappeared in Clotho's capacious pocket. All this time the young people saw nothing of one another. On this point Jeal was adamantean. "In a sick-room," he vehemently declared, "a woman is well enough, but the woman is the devil and all.
Margaret was filled with a vague alarm. But she was brave, was Margaret. "No," said she, very decidedly, "I shan't give you another cent. So you climb right over that wall and go straight back where you belong." The methods of Mr. Flinks, I regret to say, were somewhat more crude than those of Mesdames Haggage and Saumarez and Messieurs Kennaston and Jukesbury. "Cheese it!" said Mr.
"Don't you know this is private property?" To his feet rose Cock-eye Flinks. "Lady," said he, with humbleness, "you wouldn't be hard on a poor workingman, would you? It ain't my fault I'm here, lady at least, it ain't rightly my fault. I just climbed over the wall to rest a minute just a minute, lady, in the shade of these beautiful trees. I ain't a-hurting nobody by that, lady, I hope."
Flinks, then, sat leaning against a tree in the gardens of Selwoode, some thirty feet from the wall that stands between Selwoode and Gridlington, and nursed his pride and foot, both injured in that high debate of last evening, and with a jackknife rounded off the top of a substantial staff designed to alleviate his present lameness.
Flinks, very quietly. And Margaret went mad. The earth and the sky dissolved in many floating specks and then went red red like that heap yonder. The veneer of civilisation peeled, fell from her like snow from a shaken garment. The primal beast woke and flicked aside the centuries' work. She was the Cave-woman who had seen the death of her mate the brute who had been robbed of her mate.
Beatrice was all animation, and she gave Miss Flinks no peace until she learned all the details, and the rumour about the actress who had rented an expensive town house for the season and a débutante who was being rushed to a retreat to prevent her marriage to a gypsy violinist who had already taught her the drug habit.
Then he flung out his hands a little, and they flapped loosely at the wrists, like wet clothes hung in the wind to dry, and Billy seemed to crumple up suddenly, and slid down upon the grass in an untidy heap. "Ah-h-h!" said Mr. Flinks. He drew back and stared stupidly at that sprawling flesh which just now had been a man, and was seized with uncontrollable shuddering. "Ah-h-h!" said Mr.
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