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And when you told me first about your sorrow! Ah! That was the great day for me! I knew you would not have told such a thing, kept from even Dick Garstin, unless you put me in your mind away from the others. That was a very great day for me!" She shivered slightly by the fire. He was telling her things. She could not in return tell him the truth of herself.
Engineer Trevannion was annoyed; for the Works Committee at Berthwer, who managed the affairs of the new wharf in course of construction there, had written to announce that they had appointed an assistant engineer, and had added an expression of opinion that "Mr. Garstin would prove of exceptional aid in the theoretical department, leaving Mr.
Two or three minutes later Arabian walked into the studio with Garstin just behind him. When he saw Sir Seymour a slight look of surprise came into his face, and he half turned towards Garstin as if in inquiry. Sir Seymour realized that Garstin had not mentioned that there was a visitor in the studio. "A friend of mine, Sir Seymour Portman," said Garstin. "Mr. Nicolas Arabian!"
"Cora?" said Braybrooke, alertly, hearing a name he did not know. "She's a horror who goes to the Cafe Royal and whom Dick calls a free woman." "Free from all the virtues, I suppose!" said Braybrooke smartly. "Good-bye both of you!" said Garstin at this juncture. "But we haven't got to the Marble Arch!" "What's that got to do with it? I'm off."
Garstin had entered up the log, had climbed down to the set-off for five minutes of fresh air, and somehow had slipped, though the wind was light and the sea whispering. But the whispering sea ran seven miles an hour past the Bishop. This was Mrs. Garstin's story and it left me still wondering why she lived on at St. Mary's. I asked after her son. "How is Leopold? What is he a linen-draper?"
He had shown a sort of gallant admiration of her. He had beamed kindly upon her youth and her daring. Now he showed nothing. But Adela had told him! She wrote down Dick Garstin's address in Glebe Place, and was about to come away from the writing-table when Sir Seymour said: "Could you also kindly give me your card with a line of introduction to Mr. Garstin? I don't know him."
What had happened after that? The man would scarcely have had time to make his escape before Garstin came up. Well, it did not matter he had heard Garstin's voice since in proof that he had survived any possible encounter. And the absence of Garstin, the oppressive silence now? Garstin had gone for help, of course.
Her brain seemed too full of rushing thoughts for its holding capacity. Her head throbbed. Her legs felt weak. "Anything the matter?" asked Garstin, gazing at her with keen attention and curiosity. "No," she said coldly. "Good-bye." And she went down the stairs followed by Arabian. Garstin did not accompany them. He had gone to stand before his picture of Arabian. Miss Van Tuyn opened the door.
But when he was putting the latchkey into the door the almost solemn words of Dick Garstin came back to her: "Beryl, believe it or not, as you can, that is Arabian!" And she hesitated. An intense disinclination to go into the flat struggled with the intense desire to yield herself to Arabian's will.
"Coward," finished Garstin quietly. "No-o, that's not exactly the word," said Trevannion lamely, and waited for explanation or extenuation. But none came. It was as if the boy was quite aware of the cowardice, and did not wish his companion to consider it anything else. Trevannion's mind marvelled at the seeming abasement.
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