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Windlehurst was a good actor, and he had broken off his words as though the group he was now watching had suddenly claimed his attention. "Well, well, Duchess," he said reflectively, "I see a new nine days' wonder yonder." Then, in response to a reminder from Hylda, he continued: "Ah, yes, the attack!
Many a general who has fought a desperate and victorious fight after a long campaign, and amid all the anxieties and miseries of war, has failed to follow up his advantage, from a sudden lesion of the power for action in him. He has stepped from the iron routine of daily effort into a sudden freedom, and his faculties have failed him, the iron of his will has vanished. So it was with Hylda.
Slowly, as dazed as though she had received a blow, Hylda raised her face and her hands dropped in her lap. "For any other sake than his own!" Her eyes gazed at him in a bewildered, piteous way. What did he mean? His voice seemed to come from afar off. "Did you think that you could save him? That I would listen to you, if I did not listen to him? No, no, madame.
As he took her arm gently, his eyes met those of Hylda. She rose and came out also. "Will thee take her home?" he said huskily. "I can bear no more." Hylda placed her arm round Faith, and led her out under the trees and into the wood. As they went, Faith looked back. "Oh, forgive me, forgive me, Davy," she said softly.
He nursed a grievance which had, so far as he knew, no foundation in fact; he was vaguely jealous of a man his brother thousands of miles away; he was not certain how far Hylda had pierced the disguise of sincerity which he himself had always worn, or how far she understood him.
In spite of the poignant nature of the talk, Hylda could not but smile at the last words. "Don't despair," she rejoined; "one star differeth from another star in glory, but that is no reason why they should not be on visiting terms." "My dear, you may laugh you may laugh, but I am sixty-five, and I am not laughing at the idea of what company I may be obliged to keep presently.
As he took her arm gently, his eyes met those of Hylda. She rose and came out also. "Will thee take her home?" he said huskily. "I can bear no more." Hylda placed her arm round Faith, and led her out under the trees and into the wood. As they went, Faith looked back. "Oh, forgive me, forgive me, Davy," she said softly.
"And so we are friends, aren't we? And I am to tell her ladyship, and you are to say 'naught. "But to the Egyptian, to him, your grace, it is my place to speak to Claridge Pasha, when he comes." The Duchess looked at him quizzically. "How does Lord Eglington's death concern Claridge Pasha?" she asked rather anxiously. Had there been gossip about Hylda?
She drew down her veil, then taking from her pocket another, arranged it also, so that her face was hidden. "Thee must go," he said "go quickly." Again he pointed. "I will remain," she rejoined, with determination, and seated herself in a chair. There was a knocking at the door. David opened it. Nahoum Pasha stepped inside, and stood still a moment looking at Hylda.
Hylda looked at her reflectively. Should she tell Faith all, and take her to Egypt? No, she could not take her without telling her all, and that was impossible now.
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