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Heigham will leave to-morrow on the understanding we mentioned?" she said carelessly, but in a significant tone. Philip nodded. The hand was withdrawn as carelessly as it had come, leaving the cheque, blushing in all its naked beauty, upon the table. Philip took it as deliberately as he could, and put it in his pocket.
"You will understand me, Heigham, when I say that you take me rather by surprise in this business. Your acquaintance with her has been short." "That is true, but I have seen a great deal of her."
"Ah! of course you are right, Heigham, quite right," ejaculated his host, faintly, wiping the cold sweat from his brow; "it is nothing but the moonlight. How ridiculous of me! I suppose I am a little out of sorts liver wrong. Give me some whisky, there's a good fellow, and I'll drink damnation to all the shadows and the trees that throw them. Ha, ha, ha!"
"To observe with me is at once a task and an amusement, and the habit is one that leads me to accurate conclusions, as I think you will admit. The conclusion I have come to in your case is that you do not wish to see Arthur Heigham married to another woman. I spoke just now of assistance " "I have none to give, I will give none. How could I look him in the face?"
"Well, I am sure, Mildred, there's no need for you to make your face look like a monkey, if it is; you look just as though the corner of your mouth were changing places with your eyebrow." "Agatha, you are dreadfully rude; when the fairies took your endowments in hand, they certainly did not forget the gift of plain speech. I shall appeal to Mr. Heigham; do I look like a monkey, Mr. Heigham?
"Mr. Heigham is dead," she answered, watching his face narrowly. "Dead, impossible!" "He died of enteric fever at Madeira. I have just been to break the news to Angela." "Oh, indeed, she will be pained; she was very fond of him, you know." Lady Bellamy smiled contemptuously. "Did you ever see any one put to the extremest torture? If you have, you can guess how your daughter was 'pained."
Angela reflected to herself that she had never yet seen a young gentleman to speak to in her life, and then asked, with undisguised interest, who he was. "Well, he is a sort of connection of your own, through the Prestons, who are cousins of ours, if any of them are left. His mother was a Preston, and his name is Arthur Preston Heigham.
"I am so glad that you have come. How do you like Madeira? Do you find it very hot?" "I have not seen much of it yet; but this place is lovely, it is like fairyland, and, I believe, that you," he added, with a bow, "are the fairy queen." "Compliments again, Mr. Heigham. Well, I was the sleeping beauty last time, so one may as well be a queen for a change. I wonder what you will call me next?"
Borley did not say much, but, from his manner and occasional comments, it was evident that he considered the whole story very odd regarding it, indeed, with some suspicion. "I must tell you frankly, Mr. Heigham," he said, at last, "I don't quite understand this business.
"If you doubt my discretion, Mr. Heigham, do not choose me as a confidante. You are going, unless I am mistaken, to speak to me about Mrs. Carr." "Yes, it is about her. But how did you know that? You always seem to be able to read one's thoughts before one speaks. Do you know, sometimes I think that she has taken a fancy to me, do you see, and I wanted to ask you what you thought about it."
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