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Adrian asked politely, with the air of one seeking information. "Oh, shut up, you idiot," Jaffery turned on him savagely. "Can't you see the position I'm in?" "I'm very sorry you're angry, Jaff Chayne," said Liosha with a certain kind dignity. "But these are your friends. Their house is yours. Why should I not stay here with you?" "Here? Good God!" cried Jaffery.
"Yes, sir." "Lord Almighty!" cried Jaffery, including us all in the sweep of a desperate gaze. "It's Liosha! I thought I had given her the slip." Barbara rose, and confronted him. "And pray who is Liosha?" Adrian hugged his knee and laughed: "The dynamic widow," said he. "I'll go and see what in thunder she wants," said Jaffery. But Barbara's eyes twinkled. "You'll do nothing of the sort.
It is not given to me, thank God! to know from direct speech what Jaffery thought of Adrian for Jaffery is too splendid a fellow to have ever said a word in depreciation of his once living friend and afterward dead rival; but both I, who do not aspire to these Quixotic heights and only, with masculine power of generalisation, deduce results from a quiet eye's harvest of mundane phenomena, and Barbara, whose rapier intuition penetrates the core of spiritual things, could, with little difficulty, divine the passionate struggle between love and hatred, between loyalty and tenderness, between desire and duty that took place in the soul of this chivalrous yet primitive and vastly appetited gentleman.
There only remains Hilary, our host, and Adrian." As far as I could gather for she spoke in the ordinary tones of civilised womanhood, whereas Jaffery, under the impression that he was whispering confidentially, bellowed like an honest bull as far as I could gather, she said: "You must have met hundreds of men more sympathetic to you than Mr. Freeth and Adrian." "I haven't," he cried.
He wanted a season in town!" At the idea of Jaffery yearning to play the Society butterfly I could not help laughing. Jaffery lounging down Bond Street in immaculate vesture! Jaffery sipping tea at afternoon At Homes! Jaffery dancing till three o'clock in the morning! It was all very comic, and Arbuthnot seeing the matter in that aspect laughed too.
"Circumstances alter cases," said I, platitudinously. "In happier circumstances you would have been presented with the novelist's fine, finished product. As it happens, Jaffery has had to fill up little gaps, make bridges here and there.
I'm crossing now and going to Nice by the Côte d'Azur Express to-morrow night. And see after a seat for me, will you?" "I'll reserve a compartment if possible, Mr. Chayne." The station master raised his hat and departed. Jaffery, his hands stuffed deep in his pockets, beamed upon us like a mountainous child. We were all impressed by his lordly command of the railway systems of Europe.
So gay a wedding reception I have never attended, and I am sure it was nothing but Jaffery's pervasive influence that infused vitality into the deadly and decorous mob. It was a miracle wrought by a rich Silenic personality. I had never guessed before the magnetic power of Jaffery Chayne.
He killed him. Jaffery threw a couple of logs on the fire the ship-logs that Adrian loved, and the sea-salts, barium, strontium and what-not, gave green and crimson and lavender flames. "I've seen as much suffering in my time as any man living," he said. "A war-correspondent does. He sees samples of every conceivable sort of hell.
At the drawing-room door Barbara gave me one of her queer glances, which meant, on interpretation, that I should leave her alone with Jaffery for a few minutes so that she could pour the balm of sense over his remorseful soul, and that in the meantime it would be advisable for me to explain the situation to Liosha.
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