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"I'll come if I can, Billy. I tell you to let me alone.... I don't know where I am coming out yet." "If it's money you need, you know perfectly well " But Malcourt shook his head. From the moment of his entrance he had kept his face carefully averted from Hamil's view; had neither looked at him nor spoken except in monosyllabic answer to a single question.
Then, slowly, not noticing Hamil's departure, he retraced his steps through the garden, head slightly inclined, as though to catch the murmur of some invisible companion accompanying him.
Ossining, Hudson, Albany, Fonda, and Pride's Fall.... Thank you.... Mr. Malcourt wishes you to send the Morgan horses.... If there is any change in Mr. Hamil's condition before the train leaves the Grand Central at 10.20, let me know. I will be at the telephone station until the last moment. Telegrams for the train should be directed to me aboard "The Seminole" the private car of Mr.
To look at them became almost an effort, so white and clear they stared back at him as though the pallid face of the dead himself, set for ever in raillery, was on the watch to detect false sentiment and delight in it. And Hamil's eyes fell uneasily upon the flowers, then lifted. And he said aloud, unconsciously: "You are right; it's too late, Malcourt."
"What gossip?" in cold surprise. "There's a desk full of Hamil's letters upstairs, judging from the writing on the envelopes." He added with a smile: "Although I don't pry, some servants do. And if there is anything in those letters you do not care to have discussed below stairs, you ought either to lock them up or destroy them."
Cardross, also, was enjoying every minute of his life. Hamil's plan for the great main park with its terraces, miles of shell and marl drives, its lakes, bridges, arbours, pools, shelters, canals, fully satisfied Cardross. Hamil's engineers were still occupied with the drainage problem, but a happy solution was now in sight.
"Well, we're going to try an old English receipt on those trout," he began cheerfully and stopped short at sight of Hamil's face. "What's the matter?" he asked bluntly. "Nothing." Hamil returned to his chair and picked up a book; Portlaw looked at him for a moment, then, perplexed, sorted his mail and began to open the envelopes.
"If we blow up," observed Cecile, "I'll do clever monologues and support everybody. I'd like that. And Shiela already writes poetry " "Nonsense!" said Shiela, very pink. "Shiela! You do!" "I did in school " turning pinker under Hamil's tormenting gaze. "And you do yet! I found an attempt on the floor in your flowing penmanship," continued the pitiless younger sister. "What is there to blush about?
"I mean you've a touch of malaria; you've been working a little too hard." "He has indeed," drawled Mrs. Cardross, laying aside her novel; and, placidly ignoring Hamil's protests: "Neville, you drag him about through those dreadful swamps before he is acclimated, and you keep him up half the night talking plans and making sketches. He is too young to work like that."
Samuel shook hands with Hamil, arranged to return in two weeks, and left for San Felipe, New Mexico. It occurred to him, of course, that Carhart was trying him out. Hamil's report on his handling of this might be a factor in something big for him, but even without that he would have done his best to put the thing through.
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