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Makes me feel a hundred and over when I see what fools they are. I'm sorry for you, and that's the truth. You and Miss Summers and Gaga." "Who's Gaga?" "He's Mr. Sally Minto," said Sally with mystic insolence. "That's who Gaga is. He calls himself my husband, but he's no more my husband than you are, ma. And never will be. But oh, Lor! He's going to be the worry of my life!
Sally spoke in a dry voice, and when he released her she went over to the fire without heeding Gaga, and looked down at its brightness. Still her ears were alert to catch some violence below; and as there was none her heart sank once more. Toby was gone. She had dismissed him and he had gone. She was more forlornly alone than ever.
She had been quite right to prophesy that matters would end badly, and now she would have her work cut out for the remainder of the night. Gaga reassured her. She examined the officer with the eye of a woman of experience and declared that there was nothing much the matter and that the gentleman would sleep like that for at least a dozen or fifteen hours without any serious consequences.
She must take the earliest opportunity of seeing Gaga, of conveying her acceptance, of making sure of him. Her fingers trembled, so important did time now seem to Sally. Her one anxiety was lest she should have to kindle his eagerness anew. Troubled but resolute, she tried in vain to work. Every sound made her start.
She.... And as she stared she saw that the French window of the bedroom was open had been open, perhaps, all the time, and that Gaga was standing there, as if he had overheard all that they had said. "Sally!" he cried in a sharp voice of alarm. "Oh, my God! Oh, my God!" Gaga came leaping out upon the balcony as Toby stumbled on towards Sally.
Her hardness vanished. She sat almost with complacency, breaking her roll with two small hands, and looking at Gaga with that thin little grin which caused her meagre face to be so impish and attractive. The brilliant lights which made Sally more and more piquante had a ghastly effect upon Gaga. His grey cheeks were cruelly betrayed.
A thin voice followed her. "Sally!" It was a direct call to hysteria. "Sally.... Sally...." "Oh, shut up!" cried Sally. "I can't stand it. I can't stand it." "My dearest...." She ignored Gaga; but she could not sleep. Although he called no more, she heard him still occasionally making some plaintive sound, while she continued to lie curled in the chair until her limbs were cramped.
If anybody gets in my way I push 'em out of it. If anybody gets in your way you stand aside." "I don't. I get my own way, but not by fighting," Gaga said. "Oho! I don't fight," retorted Sally. "They're afraid to fight me." Gaga smiled. "They're afraid of hurting you," he suggested. "But I know just what you mean." His confidence was unshakable. "I kick 'em in the stomach," Sally asserted.
He must have hurried out to buy the chocolates after being interrupted by Miss Summers. "My!" she whispered to herself. "My!" For a time that was all she could say; but as she resumed her journey she exclaimed: "Chocolates! He never gave Rose anything at all. Ee! He was going to ask me to dinner. Wish he had! He didn't dare! My word, he hasn't half got a crush on me! Old Gaga!"
If she had not married Gaga if she had kept on playing with him, tantalising him, until she had been indispensable! No; that was impossible. Wretched creature though she felt him at this moment to be, Gaga also was a human being.
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