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Updated: May 31, 2025
Lanyard reckoned on anything from fifteen minutes to an hour before her couching would be accomplished and the maid out of the way. Ten minutes more, and Liane ought to be asleep. If it turned out otherwise well, one would have to deal with her awake. No need to be gravely concerned about that: to envisage the contingency was to be prepared against it.
"And what happened?" Phinuit enquired. "Why it so happened that they chose the time when I had made up my mind to be good for the rest of my days. It was all most unfortunate." "What answer did you give them, then?" "As memory serves, I told them they could all go plumb to hell." "So I hope history will not repeat, this time," Liane interjected. "And did they go?" Monk asked.
He had been expected, then. Or had the fourth place been meant for Jules? One inclined to credit the first theory. It seemed highly probable that Liane should have telegraphed her intentions before leaving Paris. Indeed, there was every evidence that she had.
And what are their species? what are their families? Who knows? Not even the most experienced woodman or botanist can tell you the names of plants of which he only sees the stems. The leaves, the flowers, the fruit, can only be examined by felling the tree; and not even always then, for sometimes the tree when cut refuses to fall, linked as it is by chains of liane to all the trees around.
But he did not move except, in the midst of Liane Devereux's story, to play nervously with an old-fashioned ring of twisted, jewel-headed serpents on the third finger of his left hand. Suddenly, as the woman finished, he raised the hand to his lips and seemed to bite the finger with the ring. Then he dropped his hand and looked at his accomplice with a strained smile.
But assuming that Liane had booked passages for New York by a Cunarder, a White Star or American Line Boat all three touched regularly at Cherbourg, west bound from Southampton he expected presently to go aboard a tender and be ferried out to one of the steamers whose riding lights were to be seen in the roadstead. Meanwhile he was lazily content....
From the hour when Liane Delorme, Phinuit and Captain Monk, in conclave solemnly assembled at the instance of the one last-named, communicated their collective mind in respect of his interesting self, the man was conscious of implicit confidence in a happy outcome of the business, with a conscientiousness less rational than simply felt, a sort of bubbling exhilaration in his mood that found its most intelligible expression in the phrase, which he was wont often to iterate to himself: Ça va bien that goes well!
The girl's face wore a startled expression, her gaze was direct to the woman at Lanyard's side; then it shifted enquiringly to him. With a look Lanyard warned her to compose herself, then lifted an eyebrow and glanced meaningly toward the doors. The least of nods answered him before Le Brun swung Athenais toward the middle of the floor and other couples intervened. Liane Delorme stirred abruptly.
Leave Leon to attend to what is required there." "Very good, madame." Jules strolled over to the touring car and settled down at the wheel. Liane Delorme had the seat beside him. Lanyard had established himself in a debatable space in the tonneau to which his right was disputed by bags and boxes of every shape, size and description. "How long, Jules, will Leon need ?"
Nevertheless, Captain Monk confessed emotion at sight of those two in a quite perceptible start; and Lanyard saw the eyebrows tremendously agitated as their manipulator moved aft. Unconscious of all this, Liane ended her pensive moment by leaning toward Lanyard and making demoralizing eyes, while the hand left his and stole with a caressing gesture up his forearm.
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