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He leaned his head sideways and seemed to drop a casual glance over the ledge. Walter knew that the drop just there was a very nasty one indeed. "Oh, but yon's where I came over I couldn't have fallen quite so wide " he began to explain, and checked himself, reading the queer strained smile on Hannaford's face. "I I reckon we'll call it Providence, all the same," said the poacher.
His brain was on fire with the old passion newly kindled. He spoke, he was beginning to converse; the room grew real again; he was aware once more of Mrs. Hannaford's presence, of a look she had fixed upon him. A look half amused, half compassionate; he answered it with a courageous smile. Miss Derwent was in her happiest mood; impossible to be kinder and friendlier in that merry way of hers.
On the other hand, if during that second or less . . . His eyes were averted from the verge, and yet he saw it, and his senses apprised every foot of the long fall beyond. While he thought it out, keeping tension on himself to meet Charley Hannaford's gaze with a deceptive indifference, his heart swelled at the humiliation of it all.
To the inquiry whether it was in her niece's power to be of any service, she answered at first with sorrowful negatives, but said presently that she would like to see Piers Otway; could Irene write to him, and ask him to come? "He shall come," was the reply. On going down, Irene met her cousin, just returned. To her she spoke of Mrs. Hannaford's wish. "I promised he should be sent for.
"I only just heard," Dick explained. "I was down at my hangar tinkering with the Flying Fish, for, you know, I'm taking her to Cannes to-morrow. Poor Hannaford's hotel isn't far away, and he used to stroll over and talk to me sometimes. The manager knew that, and sent a boy to ask me to come in at once. He didn't say what the matter was, except that something had happened to Hannaford.
Lee Hannaford's aloofness from his wife's relatives had turned to hostility; he spoke of them with increasing bitterness, threw contempt on Dr. Derwent's scientific work, and condemned Irene as a butterfly of fashion. Olga ceased to visit the house in Bryanston Square, and the cousins only corresponded. It was Dr.
But then I needed no such proof of her feeling if it is certain that she is going to marry him. Could I imagine her marrying a man for any reason but one? Surely you could not?" "No no " The denial had a certain lack of emphasis. Otway's eyes flashed. "You doubt? You speak in that way of Irene Derwent?" Gazing into Mrs. Hannaford's face, he saw rising tears.
Do you know, I shouldn't wonder if she'd gone to the Château Lontana?" "I thought of that," Vanno said, "but she didn't want to live in Hannaford's house." "With you! But now she's alone and sad, poor child. If we could only be sure, you could telegraph, not to waste time. I'll tell you what! If she went there, she probably drove instead of taking a train.
To have ended the sentence would have been the same as telling Hannaford's secret. "I understand," Vanno said. But it was in Mary's mind that he did not and could not wholly understand. She did not even want him to understand. "You needn't live there," he went on.
Hannaford's, would see in it something suspicious, a suggestion of base purpose. "I can't stand that!" Irene exclaimed to herself. "If he is calumniated, I shall defend him, come of it what may!" At luncheon, Dr. Derwent was grave and disinclined to converse. On learning where Irene had been, he nodded, making no remark.
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