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But the people in Auchterarder village criticise her treatment of Gabrielle. They hear gossip from the servants, I expect." "They should know of the girl's treatment of her stepmother," exclaimed Flockart. "But there, villagers are always prone to listen to and embroider any stories concerning the private life of the gentry. It's just the same in Scotland as in any other country in the world."
Lady Heyburn and her visitor, James Flockart, had managed to slip away from the others, and now stood together in the library, into which the grey light of dawn was at that moment slowly creeping. He drew up one of the blinds to admit the light; and there, away over the hills beyond, the glen showed the red flush that heralded the sun's coming.
It has been put about by a pack of women who are jealous of my wife's good looks and her chic in dress." "Are not Flockart and mademoiselle also good friends?" inquired Goslin. "No. I happen to know that they are not, and that very fact in itself shows me that Gabrielle, in trying to get at the secret of my business, was not aided by Flockart, for it was he who exposed her."
"Then it's fortunate, perhaps, that I discovered her to-night," replied his guest. "All this must be very painful to you, Sir Henry." "Very. I shall not give her another opportunity to betray me, Flockart, depend upon that," the elder man said. "My wife warned me against Gabrielle long ago. I now see that I was a fool for not taking her advice."
On the contrary, it is to be so neglected as to produce a fatal termination." The girl had seated herself at the typewriter and rapidly clicked out the words in French words that seemed ominous enough, and yet the true meaning of which she never dreamed. She was thinking only of her father's misplaced friendship in James Flockart. If she dared to tell him the naked truth!
I fold her frankly that it was my duty, as your friend, to inform you of the incident; but she implored me, for the sake of her lover, to remain silent." "Mr. Flockart!" cried the girl, "how dare you say such a thing when you know it to be an untruth; when " "Enough!" exclaimed her father bitterly. "I'm ashamed of you, Gabrielle.
Flockart did not answer for some moments. His eyes were cast upon the ground. "Yes, Krail," he admitted at last when the question had been put to him a second time "yes, Krail. You speak the truth. It is neither affection nor friendship."
He does not even speak of them to his wife; therefore why should strangers evince any interest in them?" "Because there are rumours rumours of a mystery; and mysteries are always interesting and attractive," was his answer. "True," she said meaningly. "Just as rumours concerning certain of my father's guests possess an unusual interest for him, Mr. Flockart.
Gabrielle had been south to visit one of her girlfriends near Durham, and the week of her absence her afflicted father had spent in dark loneliness, for Flockart had gone to London, and her ladyship was away on a fortnight's visit to the Pelhams, down at New Galloway.
Flockart had returned that night from Paris, gone to his chambers in Half-Moon Street, breakfasted, dressed, and had now called upon her ladyship in order to impart to her the good news. Yet, instead of welcoming him, she only treated him with resentment and scorn. He knew the quick flash of those eyes, he had seen it before on other occasions.
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