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"I fled to the Italian garden; I was in an agony of terror, as well as grief. I repeated to myself, over and over again, 'It was but a worn-out old dog Gaston did it in mercy to me I tried, amid all my distress, to reason with myself to present Gaston's cause. 'It is a trifle, I said, but some inward voice told me it was no trifle, but a matter of the greatest moment to me.
"That is impossible!" Gaston's eyes flashed. Recalling that last scene with Joyce, he could not doubt her simple faithfulness unless that faith of hers had been turned into a channel which she fondly believed was for his greater good. Nothing could change Joyce Lauzoon. Whatever had been the cause, Gaston knew, she had forgotten herself in her decision. "I am sure I am right, Gaston."
I'll probably come down to see you. I want to finish my picture on the site of the old City of Ys, there at Point du Raz. Your girl can pose with you. I'll do all I can to clear the thing up. But a British M.P. that's a tough pill for Clapham! Gaston's foot tapped the floor angrily. He scattered the pieces of the letter at his feet. Now for the newspapers.
The people seemed to be touched by our youth; they thought " here a flush showed under Gaston's tan and sunburn "they thought we were a couple running away to be married, and their sympathy for us was not diminished by the liberal way in which I paid for all I wanted. Here Francezka rested for an hour or two, and I worked out my plan for reaching Uzmaiz with her, as that was our only refuge.
He remained willingly in Francezka's sweet company, being ever a dog of the soundest discernment. I feel no jealousy; Francezka is welcome to my dog, as she is to me." I could not make out what Gaston's footing was with Francezka, but that he was assured of her love I no longer doubted. Well, this was as it should be.
His hurt was more slow to heal than Gaston's, and long after his brother was riding out daily into the forest with the keepers to slay a fat buck for the prelate's table or fly a falcon for practice or sport, Raymond remained within the house, generally the companion of the studious John; and as the latter grew strong enough to talk, he was always imparting new ideas to the untutored but receptive mind of the Gascon boy.
The quiet, the perfect order and discipline, gave a pleasant tingle to Gaston's veins. It was all so easy, and yet so admirable elegance without weight. He felt at home. He was not certain of some trifles of etiquette; but he and Sir William were alone, and he followed his instincts. Once he frankly asked his grandfather of a matter of form, of which he was uncertain the evening before.
"I heard you say you were coming. I was in when you and Miss Drew called before, but I wasn't ready for company then. Won't you sit down?" Mrs. Dale sank into the nearest chair from sheer helplessness. "Please take off your cloak. The room is very warm." It was stifling, and Ruth Dale unfastened and let fall the heavy fur-lined wrap. Joyce took Gaston's chair. The contact seemed to strengthen her.
The situation was singular and trying. It would have been easier if he had merely come into the drawing-room after dinner. This was in Sir William's mind when he asked him to dine; but it was as it was. Gaston's alert glance found the empty seat. He was about to make towards it, but he caught Sir William's eye and saw it signal him to the end of the table near him.
She had, for a moment, forgotten the possibility of Gaston's return; the yellow gown was losing its irritating power; she truly had a great and consuming desire to be of service to this woman who was following her words with feverish intensity, but she was ill at ease as she proceeded.
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