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Greyne, "whether I shall find any difficulty in gaining the information you require, my darling. I suppose these places" he spoke vaguely, for his thoughts were vague "are somewhat awkward to come at. Naturally they would avoid the eye of day." Mrs. Greyne looked profound. "Yes. Evil ever seeks the darkness. You will have to do the same." "You think my investigations must take place at night?"
Near the summit of the hill he will find the Rue du Petit Nègre. Shall I wait for monsieur?" "Yes." The coachman began to make a cigarette, while Mr. Greyne set forth to follow his directions, and, at length, stood before an arch, which opened into a courtyard adorned with orange-trees in tubs, and paved with blue and white tiles.
Greyne, she did not think it right to lay her burdens upon the shoulders of her neighbours. She, therefore, forced herself to appear contented, even at various moments gay, when she and Mr.
She even strove feebly to sit up on her chair, a German-Swiss porter of enormous size assisting her. "But Monsieur Greyne is out." "Out?" "Yes, madame. Monsieur Greyne is always out at night." The eyes of the little chasseur who knew no better began to twinkle. Mrs. Forbes gave a slight cough. Tears filled the novelist's eyes.
Eustace Greyne, during his residence in Africa, absolutely lost sight of his sense of duty; whether, beguiled by the lively attentions of a fiercely foreign town, he deliberately resolved to take his pleasure regardless of consequences and of the sacred ties of Belgrave Square.
It was a strange sensation, to be alone, and en route to Algiers. Mr. Greyne scarcely knew what to make of it. A schoolboy suddenly despatched to Timbuctoo could hardly have felt more terribly emancipated than he did. He was so absolutely unaccustomed to freedom, he had been for so long without the faintest desire for it, that to have it thrust upon him so suddenly was almost alarming.
Greyne spurned by Alphonso. What was he to do? Kicked out of Rook's, to whom could he apply? There must be wickedness in Algiers, but where? He saw none, though night was falling and stout Frenchmen were already intent upon their absinthe. "Does monsieur wish to see the Kasbah to-night?" Was it a voice from heaven?
"I don't think you quite understand my husband," said Mrs. Greyne, feeling in duty bound to stand up for her poor, maligned Eustace. "Whatever he may have done he has done at my special request." "Madame says?" "I say that in all his proceedings while in Algiers Mr. Greyne has been acting under my directions." Abdallah Jack fixed his enormous eyes steadily upon her.
Madame must walk." Mrs. Greyne began to tremble. "We are to leave the coachman?" "I shall escort madame, alone." The great novelist's tongue cleaved to the roof of her mouth. She felt like a Merrin's exercise-book, every leaf of which was covered with African frailty. However, there was no help for it. She had to descend, and stand among the pebbles. "Where are we going?"
"You are right. The world is evil, and, as you say, I am a not a word!" He ventured to press her hand, as an elder brother might have pressed it. For the first time he realised that even to the husband of Mrs. Eustace Greyne the world might attribute Goodness gracious! What might not the militia think, for instance? He felt himself, for one moment, potentially a dog.
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