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He seemed to see her head, bent a little forward listening. Three times she knocked, and each time Lennan writhed. It was so cruel! With that seeing-sense of hers she must know he was there; his very silence would be telling her for his silence had its voice, its pitiful breathless sound.
His niece's husband was not a man that he had much liking for a taciturn fellow, with possibly a bit of the brute in him, a man who rather rode people down; but, since Dolly and he were in charge of Olive, the notion that young Lennan was falling in love with her under their very noses was alarming to one naturally punctilious.
"Of course, I know I'm no good at climbing," the boy broke out again; "but but I thought where she was allowed to risk her life, I ought to be!" "Good! I like that." It was said so entirely without irony for once, that the boy was disconcerted. "You are young, Brother Lennan," his tutor went on. "Now, at what age do you consider men develop discretion?
She had been dreaming that she was sitting in a flowery field, and Lennan had drawn her up by the hands, with the words: "We're here, my darling!" On deck, the Colonel, laden with bags, was looking back for her, and trying to keep a space between him and his wife. He signalled with his chin. Threading her way towards him, she happened to look up. By the rails of the pier above she saw her husband.
A grim evening never more so than when the conversation turned on that perennial theme the freedom, spiritual, mental, physical, requisite for those who practise Art. All the stale arguments were brought forth, and had to be joined in with unmoved faces. And for all their talk of freedom, Lennan could see the volte-face his friends would be making, if they only knew.
Fortunately it was the boy's instinct and his training not to show his feelings; to be pleasant, though suffering. "Yes, sir. Jolly moonlight, isn't it, out there?" "Ah! very jolly; yes. When I was your age I twirled the light fantastic with the best. But gradually, Lennan, one came to see it could not be done without a partner there was the rub! Tell me do you regard women as responsible beings?
Then he came to the end and glanced up. What eyes he had! Other boys would have laughed; but he looked almost sorry. She heard him murmur: "I'm awfully sorry, sir." "Ah, Lennan, you caught me! Fact is, term's fagged me out. We're going to the mountains. Ever been to the mountains? What never! You should come with us, eh? What do you say, Anna? Don't you think this young man ought to come with us?"
But his resolution that the day was to be jolly soon recurred to him, and he hastily resumed inspection of his fancy. Perhaps they ought to have a ten-pound note on it, and they had better get back to the Stand! And as they went the Colonel saw, standing beneath a tree at a little distance, a young man that he could have sworn was Lennan. Not likely for an artist chap to be down here!
"Mark Lennan. Haven't you seen?" "What?" "My dear, it was under your nose. But you never do see these things!" The Colonel slowly turned his head. His wife was an imaginative woman! She had always been so. Dimly he perceived that something romantic was about to come from her.
So was Monte Carlo on that May night of 1887. But Mark Lennan, at one of the little marble-topped tables, was in too great maze and exaltation of spirit and of senses to be conscious of its glare and babel, even of its beauty.
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