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She was overwhelmed, she could think nothing whatever to say to him. He came to the rescue himself with a quiet, "Perhaps if you have the name of the person you wanted to see " "It's Dudley Hamilt." There was a drug store on the opposite corner. He disappeared within its door and it was several minutes before he came back. This time he had a definite word.
And when she heard Blythe Modder shouting beside her she began to shout too. Only she did not entreat them to stop fighting. A curious thrill of victory made her voice vibrant with rapture. "Do not stop striking him! Do not stop!" And then suddenly, she saw to whom she was calling. And with her new found joy in her heart she shouted still louder, "Strike him much, much more, Dudley Hamilt!"
He remembered it because they'd had to look it up in a street guide. If Dudley Hamilt had been in a temper before he heard that address he was literally enraged when he did hear it. Of what had happened in Montrose Place during the spring months while he had been in the West he had not the faintest inkling.
"Oh, Dudly Hamilt!" her lips moved. But she leaned back against the shadow of the curtains as he drew nearer. He was so close she could touch him, he was so close that at last he saw her that is he saw a little drab person whose figure was lost in a caped coat. "Beg pardon," he murmured and passed her She buried her face in her hands. She was too weak to move.
"Tell me quickly where you are I must see you oh, your voice sounds as though I'd not lost you at all " he laughed nervously like an embarrassed boy, "I want to see you " he repeated inadequately. She thought quickly, she could think of only one thing and that was that Dudley Hamilt must NOT see her.
"Well, wouldn't you be willing to think it over and have another talk with me? I don't mean immediately and I do mean on a big scale. I'm sure you understand that " Hamilt motioned for the waiter, coolly insisted on paying his own check and rose. "What you suggest is rather interesting," was all the answer he vouchsafed, "I might." But after he'd gone Graemer looked after him and laughed.
The rest of them fled through the kitchen doorway, or rather Molly O'Reilly adroitly pushed them through it and for the next half hour the household babbled discreetly behind drawn blinds. But outside in the wee garden the years slipped back as though they had been Time in Maitre Guedron's song. "Dudley Hamilt! Dear Dudley Hamilt! You are hurting my arms a little " "Felice! Forgive me!
They were in the hallway now, the Major was waiting and some strange men were carrying the last of the baggage outside to the carriage. Suddenly Felice put her two arms around Marthy's neck and whispered, whispered very softly and lifted her face away blushing, "You can tell Dudley Hamilt I've gone to the House in the Woods when he comes to ask you " she said.
"It's not fair it's not fair " her tempestuous heart beat angrily, "Always when I seem to find what I must have, it is as though I had found nothing. This is worse than when I lost Dudley Hamilt it's not fair " She spoke the last three words aloud in her intensity, so bitterly, that the two men, packeting together the papers, turned quickly.
She was a little tireder, a little hungrier, a little less sure of herself than when the friendly news girl had advised her to "get a bite." She was keeping her courage high by thinking over and over to herself, "After I see the Judge then I'll go to Dudley Hamilt." It had not occurred to her that this busy place was a court room.
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