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"If somebody has hurt you, don't go yet," Hannaford urged. "It would look as if well, as if you felt too much. Don't you see?" "I shouldn't like to give that impression," she said, almost primly. Then, with a change of tone, "But I can't I won't stay at the hotel where I am. To-night at her house Lady Dauntrey invited me to come and stay there. I was asked before, to Christmas dinner.
"Astonishing vigour!" said Kite, in his soft, sincere voice. "How I envy you!" Miss Bonnicastle laughed with self-deprecation. She, no less than Olga Hannaford, credited Kite with wonderful artistic powers; in their view, only his constitutional defect of energy, his incorrigible dreaminess, stood between him and great achievement.
And the rest was being in heaven, till we began to drop. Then, just for a few seconds, it felt as if my body were falling and leaving my soul poised up there in the sky. I shall never forget never. And when the time does come to die, I don't believe I shall mind now, for I know it will be like that, with the wonder of it after the shrinking is over." Hannaford looked at her closely as she spoke.
With someone she must talk freely; Olga would only harm her; in Helen she might find the tonic of sound sense which her mood demanded. Olga Hannaford, meanwhile, finished her toilet, and, having had no breakfast, went out a little after midday to the restaurant in Oxford Street where she often lunched.
When the motor launch had landed them upon the slip, and puffed fussily away again, Hannaford steadied Mary's steps with a hand on her arm. It was not until they were on the pavement, and facing up the hill that leads from the Condamine to higher Monte Carlo, that she spoke. "Oh, I ought to have left word for Lady Dauntrey!" she exclaimed. "I thought of that," Hannaford quietly answered.
Walking, he bore himself well; he was self-possessed in manner, courteous in not quite the English way; brief, at first, in his sentences, but his face lit with cordiality. On the way to the ladies' lodgings, he stole frequent glances at one and the other; plainly he saw change in them, and perhaps not for the better. Mrs. Hannaford kept mentally comparing him with the scarecrow Kite.
If he ventured a jest, she smiled with surpassing sweetness, and was all but moved to laugh. They, at all events, spent a most agreeable evening. Not so Mrs. Hannaford, who, just before dinner, had received a letter, which at once she destroyed. The missive ran thus: "DEAR MRS. HANNAFORD I am distressed to hear that you suffer so in health.
John Jacks interrupted with hilarity, which his son affected to resent: the look exchanged by the two making pleasant proof of how little their natural affection was disturbed by political and other differences. At the name of Hannaford, Otway had looked keenly towards the speaker. "Is that Lee Hannaford?" he asked. "Oh, I know him. In fact, I'm living in his house just now."
Since Hannaford had won the money he wanted for the buying of his villa, he had kept his resolution not to play seriously; but he spent a good deal of time in the Casino, unobtrusively watching over Mary. He did not feel the slightest desire to play, he told Carleton, and other men who were amused or made curious by the sudden change in him.
It's true, isn't it, that Captain Hannaford left the château he bought to you?" "Yes," Mary admitted. "I was wondering if you'd let us live in it for a few days or a few weeks." "I'm going there myself to-night," Mary said impulsively. Then a curious sensation gripped her, as if she were caught by a wave and swept onward, in spite of herself, toward something which she feared and even hated.
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