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Updated: June 9, 2025
"Good-night, my darling two I will write you every day. She was standing, looking out across the night at the darkened windows of the sick-room, her sealed letter in her hand, when she heard the lower door open and shut, steps on the stairs and turned to face her husband. "W-what is it?" she faltered. "What is what?" he asked coolly. "The reason there is no light in Mr. Hamil's windows?"
A servant, locking up for the night, came across the dripping veranda to admit him; and he went upstairs and knocked at his wife's door. Shiela's maid opened, hesitated; and a moment later Shiela appeared, fully dressed, a book in her hand. It was one of Hamil's architectural volumes.
Shiela spurred forward, launching her mount into a gallop; Hamil's horse followed on a dead run, he tugging madly at the buck-shot shell in his web belt; and away they tore to head the deer. In vain! for the agile herd bounded past far out of shell-range and went crashing on through the jungle of the branch; and Shiela reined in and turned her flushed face to Hamil with a laugh of sheer delight.
They have sufficient proof of your unselfish affection for them to stand a temporary little shock. Why don't you administer it?" "What shock?" in an altered voice. "Your divorce." "I thought you were meaning that." "I do mean it. You ought to have your freedom; you are ruining your own life and Hamil's, and and " "Yours?" "Let that go," he said almost savagely; "I can always get along.
"That," she said with calm conviction, "is the most proper and fitting thing you and I have ever done. Mother, you know it is." And passing her arm through Hamil's: "Last night," she said under her breath, "I went into Shiela's room to say good-night, and and we both began to cry a little.
Some of them were resigned some of them cared like the devil, but they'd talked it over, argued it with lawyers and couldn't see any possible loophole. Five of the ranches had oil, the other twelve were part of the chance, but quite as necessary to Hamil's purpose, in any event.
Of course Phil and I were not low enough to read it, but I'll bet it was about somebody we all know! Do you want to bet Garry?" "Cecile!" said her mother mildly. "Yes, mother I forgot that I'm not allowed to bet, but if I was " Shiela, exasperated, looked at her mother, who shook her head and rose from the table, taking Hamil's arm.
For some days, now, after Hamil's daily departure, it had happened that an almost unendurable restlessness akin to suspense took possession of her; a distaste and impatience of people and their voices, and the routine of the commonplace. To occupy herself in idleness was an effort; she had no desire to.
So Hamil's problem presented itself as one of those annoyingly simple ones, entirely dependent upon Portlaw and good taste; and Portlaw had none.
Neither offered to shake hands; Malcourt, lightly formal, spoke of Hamil's illness in a few words, using that excellent taste which was at his command when he chose to employ it. He expressed his pleasure in Hamil's recovery, and said that he was ready at any time to take up the unfinished details of Portlaw's business, agreeing with Hamil that there remained very little to talk over.
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