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Cartoner gave the workman half a rouble, which was accepted with a muttered word of thanks, and then he turned towards the great doors, which were barred. There was another pause, while the gate-keeper looked inquiringly at Kosmaroff. "I am very much obliged to you," said Cartoner to Martin, who went towards the gate as if to draw back the bolt.
She could not understand Kosmaroff, any more than she could understand Cartoner. And it was natural that she should, in consequence, give much thought to them both. There was, she felt, something in both alike which she had not got at, and she naturally wanted to get at it. It might be a sorrow, and her kind heart drew her attention to any hidden thought that might be a sorrow.
Wanda, who was seated near the fire, had turned in her chair, and was looking at Kosmaroff over her shoulder with steady eyes. She was not taken by surprise. It was Cartoner himself who had foreseen this, and had warned her. There was deep down in her heart, even at this moment, a thrill of pride in the thought that her lover was a cleverer man than any she had had to do with.
And Kosmaroff, who was not given to obedience, paused, he knew not why. "Think," said the other, in his smooth, even voice "one month from now, after waiting twenty years. In a month you yourself may be in a very different position to that you now occupy. You commit yourselves to nothing.
He had seen the glance, and he was quicker than most at guessing that which might be passing in another man's mind. The force of habit is so strong that few even think of a train without noting the time of day at the same moment. If Cartoner was thinking of a train at that instant, it could only be the train to Berlin on the heels of Kosmaroff, and Deulin desired to get Cartoner away from Warsaw.
A moment later he lounged out at the great doorway, dangling the tradesman's box on his arm. It was a fine moonlight night, and the gardens were peopled by shadows moving hither and thither beneath the trees. The shadows were mostly in couples. Others had come on the same errand as Kosmaroff for a better motive, perhaps, or a worse. It was the very end of St.
There is either something moving in Russia or else the powers suspect that something may move in Poland before long. These men are here to find out. They must find out nothing from us." The prince shrugged his shoulders indifferently. He did not attach much importance to these foreigners. "Of course," went on Kosmaroff, "they are only watchers. But, as Wanda says, some people see more than others.
Cartoner compares with me and even you must know that she is prettier than I am." "I do not know it," protested Kosmaroff, again taking her hand. "There is no one in all the world." "There is the Princess Wanda Bukaty," said Netty, curtly. "Ah! Does Cartoner admire her? Do they know each other? Yes, I remember I saw them together at the races." "They knew each other in London," said Netty.
"So must you," answered Kosmaroff, with a little laugh. Though one was dark and the other fair, there was a subtle resemblance between these two men which lay, perhaps, more in gesture and limb than in face. There also existed between them a certain sympathy which the French call camaraderie, which was not the outcome of a long friendship.
He stood at the gate and watched her hurry across the square towards the side door of the hotel, where the concierge was so busy that he could scarcely keep a note of all who passed in and out. "It is all fair all fair," said Kosmaroff to himself, seeking to convince himself. "Besides has the world been fair to me?" Which argument has made the worst men that walk the earth.
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