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When she had gone, he lit a cigarette and walked impatiently up and down the terrace, a heavy frown wrinkling his brows. The shadow of a man suddenly darkened the moonlight in front of him, and Denzil Murray's hand fell on his shoulder. "Gervase," he said, huskily, "I must speak to you."
The gleam of success was but the gleam before the overcast. First, Gervase was conscious of being nettled by the distance which existed between him and Diana.
"Gervase, it is no use, I cannot stand this sort of thing. We must have it out. What does it all mean?" "It is difficult to explain, my dear boy," answered Gervase, half seriously, half mockingly. "It means, I presume, that we are both in love with the same woman, and that we both intend to try our chances with her. But, as I told you the other night, I do not see why we should quarrel about it.
"Yes," Gervase interposed suavely, drawing the glove from his right hand and letting flash a diamond finger-ring in the lamp-light. "He is a bit of a beast, policeman, and it's not for the pleasure of it that I want his company." A sovereign passed from hand to hand. The other constable had discreetly drawn off a pace or two. "All the same, it's a rum go." "Yes, isn't it?"
And with a shade of profound melancholy on his features, the little Doctor put by his note-book, and, avoiding all the hotel loungers on the terrace and elsewhere, retired to his own room and went to bed. The next day when Armand Gervase went to call on the Princess Ziska he was refused admittance.
We find, indeed, if we go below the surface of manners, sober, discreet, and sweet domestic life, and an appreciation of the virtues. Of the English housewife, says Gervase Markham, was not only expected sanctity and holiness of life, but "great modesty and temperance, as well outwardly as inwardly.
There is nothing further no mysteries beyond? ..." and Dr. Dean's eyes glittered as he stretched forth one thin, slight hand and pointed into space with the word "beyond," an action which gave it a curious emphasis, and for a fleeting second left a weird impression on even the careless mind of Gervase. But he laughed it off lightly. "Nothing beyond? Of course not!
As his custom was, Gervase escorted the visitor on a tour of inspection round the garden before she took her departure, and took advantage of the tete-a-tete to express a more ardent sympathy with the home trouble than he had cared to show in his uncle's presence.
Gervase was dozing on a drawing-room couch, not troubling to order a fire, though the room was on the ground-floor, a pleasant room in sunshine, but looking dull and dismal in wet and gloom. She had lain there all the evening, with her hair, tumbled by the posture, fallen down and straying in dim tresses on her shoulders.
By no one was the news of Gervase Vanburgh's advent greeted with more enthusiasm than by Lilias herself, for, truth to tell, the day had seemed interminably long in the company of a depressed and anxious lover.
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