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The approaching marriage aroused her keen interest. She said very little during the meal, but smiled embarrassingly on the engaged pair. Jaffery stood glumly devouring cucumber sandwiches, till Barbara took him aside. "She's rather a dear, in spite of everything, and I think you're treating her abominably." Jaffery grew scarlet beneath the brick-coloured glaze.
The latter only saw the blustering, woman-scorning hulk of thews and sinews, at the mercy of anything in petticoats, from Susan upward. I disagreed. He was not at the mercy of Liosha. "You burrowing mole," cried Adrian one morning in the library, Jaffery having gone off to golf, "can't you see that he goes about in mortal terror of her?" "No such thing!" I retorted hotly.
"I suppose it is, in a way," Jaffery admitted. She pursued the theme, a flattered Egeria. "You see well, what do you do? You travel about in out-of-the-way places and make notes about them in case the knowledge may be useful to you in the future. When you come across anything to kill, you kill it. It also pleases you to come across anything that calls for an exercise of strength.
"Say, Jaff Chayne," cried Liosha, "do you think I can't look after myself by this time? What do you take me for?" I interposed. "Rather a lonely young woman, that's all. Jaffery, in his tactless way, by using the absurd term 'dragon, has missed the point altogether. You want a companion, if only to go about with, say to restaurants and theatres."
No, should she ever get Jaffery back, I didn't think she would marry him; but beyond doubt she would treat him with more consideration and respect. It was several weeks before we saw her again. August arrived. Barbara and I played the ever-fresh summer comedy. I swore by all my gods I would not leave Northlands.
If an alien hand is there, it is imperceptible." At this splendid tribute Jaffery beamed with happiness. He tossed the letter to Barbara across the breakfast table. "No alien hand perceptible. Ho! ho! ho! But it's stunning, isn't it? I do believe the old fraud of a book is going to win through. This ought to satisfy Doria, don't you think so?" "It ought to," said Barbara.
We sat, both of us, racking our brains for some fantastic invention, while Doria, like a diminutive tragedy queen, walked about my library, inveighing against Jaffery and crying for her manuscripts. And I dared not know anything at all about them. She had every reason to reproach me. Barbara, feeling very uncomfortable, said: "You mustn't blame Hilary.
About this time, according to the sequence of events recorded in my all too scraggy diary, Doria came to us for a week-end, her first visit since Jaffery's outrageous conduct. She was glad to make friends with us once more, and to prove it showed the pleasanter side of her character. She professed not to have forgiven Jaffery; but she referred to the terrible episode in less vehement terms.
I do not, for the world, wish it to be supposed that I am insinuating that my dear old Jaffery had no morals. He had lots of them. He was stuffed with them. But what they were, neither he nor I nor any one else was ever able to define. As a general rule, however, he was shy of strange women, and to that category did Doria belong. When the lovers came in I told them my news.
"That's the funny devil of it. I haven't. If I was struck a helpless paralytic with not a cent and no prospect of earning a cent, I know I could come to those two and say, 'Keep me for the rest of my life' and they would do it" "And would you do the same for either of them?" Jaffery rose and stuffed his hands in his jacket pockets and towered over her.
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