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Maybe he would regret it; maybe she was playing him; maybe she was laughing behind her mask; maybe he was all kinds of a fool nevertheless, he would trust her. It was "I'm glad you have decided that I'm not a diplomat and that you will trust me," she broke in. "I'm just an ordinary woman, Mr. Harleston, just a very ordinary woman." He held out his hand. She took it instantly.
"No one could have a better disposition than you have ever shown to me." "Is she more fascinating in manner?" "She couldn't be!" "She is younger?" tentatively. Harleston did not reply. "But very little two or three years, maybe?" she added. Again Harleston did not reply. "Is her conversation more entertaining?" she resumed. "Impossible!" "Or more edifying?" "Excuse me again!" he exclaimed.
She must go back to her Count de M , her Cabinet Minister, and her Russian Grand Duke. The only two men she had ever cared for would have none of her, despite her beauty and her fascination. Dalberg ever had scorned her; Harleston had looked with favour, wavered, was about to yield, when another outwardly her alter ego, save only in the colour of her hair appeared and filched him from her.
"It depends on what you regard as an adventure," she smiled. "I should think the episode of the cab, with what followed at your apartment, was very much in that line?" "Oh, to be sure!" exclaimed Harleston, with an air of complete surprise. "However did Great Heavens, Madeline, were you the woman of the roses and the cab?" "You know that I wasn't!" she replied.
"The King of Abyssinia never duplicates a letter." "When," supplemented Harleston, "it has been carelessly lost in a cab." "Just so. Therefore " "I repeat that I have not got the articles," said Harleston, a bit wearily, "nor are they in my apartment. You have been misinformed. I find I am getting drowsy this thing is not as absorbing as I had thought it would be.
"The table in yonder corner, Philippe," he said, to the bowing head-waiter. "One, Monsieur Harleston?" the man replied; and himself escorted him over and placed him, and took his order for dinner. From which facts it can be inferred that Harleston was something of a personage at the big caravansary.
The meeting was apparently accidental, and so far as his shadow could see or hear was entirely innocent." "I distrust the apparently accidental and the entirely innocent in diplomacy," Carpenter remarked. "We should keep an eye on Snodgrass." "Meanwhile what are you doing as to the French key-word trying for it?" Harleston asked, going toward the door. Carpenter nodded. "I've got my lines out.
"I don't know what your play is," she laughed, "but I'll meet him and take my chances. From all I can learn, the gentleman isn't much but bumptiousness and wind. To either you or me, Guy, he should be easy." "The play," Harleston explained, "is that the Secretary has heard of you and wishes to see the remarkable woman who almost upset a throne."
"Cipher language and a particularly difficult cipher it is. Can you help us out, Mrs. Clephane?" "I can't, Mr. Harleston; I don't know anything about ciphers. And I told you the whole truth when I said that I neither knew what the envelope contained nor its purpose. What disturbs me is how to explain to the French Ambassador the loss of the letter." "Tell him the exact truth," said Harleston.
Bowdoin bolted down the stairs. So Mr. Bowdoin hurried up the street to the bank, half chuckling, half angry, still. And then he went back to the bank, and asked if Mr. Harleston Bowdoin had got there yet. Mr. Stanchion told him no. By that time it was after eleven. But Mr. Old Mrs. Hughson met him at the door, grateful and tearful. Yes, young Mr. She feared poor McMurtagh was very ill.
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