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Oh, shame upon you, Sophy Smith, for there was that in you, and that not the least divine part, which was in full accord with black Achmet! "Achmet's ideas are of the immutable East," said Mr. Jelnik, with a faint smile. "He is archaic." And dismissing this persiflage with a wave of the hand, he continued: "Behold me, then, footing it up and down the highways and byways of the world.
I couldn't understand how any woman, any real woman, could let such a thing come between her and Nicholas Jelnik. When we had walked a little farther: "Doesn't she know you care for her?" "Who knows what any woman knows or thinks? She may really care for another man." "There is another man?" "There is always another man.
"A man needn't be worried about the sacrifices a woman makes for him when she knows he loves her." "Not in normal circumstances; not when he can give as much as he takes." "Hynds House," I said, "is costing me a steep and bitter price, Mr. Jelnik!" "Do I not also pay?" he asked fiercely. "Oh, you have your pride!" said I, wearily; "Hynds pride!"
I told The Author "bursting into people's houses like an East-Side policeman, asking outrageous questions in an outrageous manner, and then questioning the answers one is patient enough to give you! What right have you got to ask any questions?" "I'd rather like to know that, myself," put in Mr. Jelnik.
Nicholas Jelnik approaching, she scrambled to her feet, picked up the tray of empty dishes, and went back to the house. Neither she nor the doctor had asked me so much as one question about Mr. Jelnik. As if by tacit understanding that subject was avoided. And because I hadn't anything to tell them, I, too, held my peace.
I also have my pride, Mr. Jelnik!" The hauteur went out of his face, and something sweet and quizzical and boyish flooded it. "Keep Hynds House, dear, dear Donna Quixotta," said he, gently. "You have given me something I needed a thousand times more."
A bright red showed in his cheeks for an instant, his nostrils quivered, his whole face was a blaze of pride. "What! Nicholas Jelnik accept gifts from women?" "As good and proud men as Nicholas Jelnik have accepted gifts from women, and been none the worse for it," said I, tartly. "You offered me your jewels. Why shouldn't I offer you my house? particularly when it should have been your house.
Whatever his reasons for this may have been, and the town named several, the fact remains that Hynds House would never have been so beautiful, the restoration wouldn't have been so nearly perfect, had it not been for the critical taste of Mr. Jelnik.
Jelnik gave him a level look. There was that in it which brought an angry red to The Author's thin face. "Let me answer for her: just at present Miss Smith is getting ready to go home." The Author struggled to keep his rising temper in hand. "I asked you a plain question, Miss Smith!" His peremptory tone jangled my strained nerves. "Mr. Jelnik has answered you: I am getting ready to go home."
I patted her shoulders, mumbling that she mustn't cry, it was ail right. "Miss Gaines, I am dreadfully sorry you should have been frightened. But there really wasn't the least occasion for alarm. Because Miss Smith was with me," said Mr. Jelnik calmly. Alicia looked at him, trying to read his face in the wan light. Her world, as it were, was rocking under her feet.
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