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"Johnson's opinions are generally sound, because he himself is sound to the core," said Mr. Jelnik, quietly. "Miss Emmeline says he has got a limpid soul. The Author says it's really a sound liver. However that may be, one couldn't live in the same house with him without conceiving a real affection for him. He is a very easy person to love." Mr. Jelnik's eyebrows went up.
What could any woman say in such circuit stances? I said nothing, but slid down on Nicholas Jelnik's divan and howled. "Didn't I tell you she'd had a bad time and wasn't herself? Now I hope you're satisfied!" raged Mr. Jelnik. "It's as much your fault as mine!" snarled The Author. "Miss Smith, for heaven's sake don't cry like that! My dear girl, stop it. You run me distracted, Miss Smith!
You came with her!" "And I. Am I not also a good dog?" asked The Jinnee, jealously. Mr. Jelnik's reply I did not understand, but Achmet made a respectful salutation, and his grin was the grin of a little boy. "Sophy!" said Nicholas Jelnik, and his voice shook, "Sophy! Oh, I knew you would come!" He gave a low, pleased laugh. "And now she is here, she doesn't even ask why I have sent for her!"
She looked at me; and I said nothing. To save my life I couldn't speak of Jessamine Hynds then, nor talk coherently of that night's experience. I couldn't betray Nicholas Jelnik's secrets, nor mention the Watcher in the Dark, nor that dreadful red-walled room. So I merely patted Alicia's shoulder, while she held fast to me as if I might again disappear.
"I shall work all night and be invisible all day." The Westmacotes, as Alicia said, didn't greatly care for authors, though they sat up and took polite notice of this one. Nicholas Jelnik, who was dining with us that night, as was Doctor Richard Geddes. Mr. Jelnik's presence had the effect of lightening The Author's gloom.
It was wild weather weather that sent the blood tingling through the veins and whipped red into one's cheeks. I got into Mr. Jelnik's grounds through the hedge behind the spring-house, and ran like a hare through his garden. I had to hammer upon his door before I could make Achmet hear me, so loud and surf-like was the noise of the wind in the trees.
Nicholas Jelnik's dark eyes. They were falcon eyes, but now there was something in them that made me, to my rage and confusion and chagrin, blush like a silly school-girl.
Jelnik's eyes danced, and Westmacote's military mustache bristled a bit, and she all but drove Doctor Richard Geddes, who had notions of his own, out of his senses. "Stop trying to argue with me, my dear man," she'd say in her rich voice, "but come and let us reason together. I haven't heard one word of reason from you yet!"
Nicholas Jelnik's eyes and mouth open, too. After an astounded moment: "Isn't this rather sudden?" wondered Mr. Jelnik. "Who'd suspect this fellow of volcanic possibilities?" "I do Miss Smith no dishonor when I ask her to be my wife," said The Author, haughtily. "I am no adventurer. She can never suspect me of ulterior motives!" "Heavens, no!
They knew who was and wasn't kin to Sally Hynds's son, unto the seventh generation. "Jelnik's really kin to them, and he ought to pay for the privilege," said Mr. Johnson. The Author looked at the old ladies, on whose delicate withered hands the wedding-rings hung loosely, and at the erect old gentlemen with white goatees, and something whimsically tender came into his clever face.
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