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Jaffery, after burying his poor comrade, took ship with Liosha and went to Cettinje, where he entrusted her to the care of old friends of his, the Austrian Consul and his wife, and made her known as the widow of Prescott of Reuter's to the British diplomatic authorities.
"Very well, thank you," smiled Liosha. He turned to Jaffery. "She's not up to her usual form to-day. But sometimes she's a fair treat! I give you my word." He laughed loudly and winked. Jaffery, whose agility in repartee was rather physical than mental, glowered at him, rumbled something unintelligible beneath his breath, and took tea out to Doria, who was established on the terrace.
He ought to be in command of a great liner instead of a rotten old tramp of fifteen hundred tons." I beamed. "I'm glad you call it a rotten old tramp. I described it in those terms to Liosha." "Oh!" said Jaffery. "Precious lot you know about it." He yawned cavernously. "I'll be turning in soon, myself." It was not yet ten o'clock. "And what shall I do?" I asked.
"Besides," said Barbara, satirically watching the operation, "I am not going to have anything to do with this crack-brained adventure." "To hear you speak," said I, for she had already spoken at considerable length on the subject, "one would think that I could have prevented it. If Jaffery chooses to go Baresark and Liosha to throw her cap over the topmasts, why in the world shouldn't they?"
"And, Liosha," Barbara continued, throwing her arms round as much of Liosha as they could grasp she had already kissed her a warm welcome "it's a shame, dear, to depress you the moment you come into the place. You'll wish you were at sea again." "I guess not," said Liosha. "I know now I'm among folks who love me. Isn't that true, Susan?"
Jaffery, red-bearded, grinning, perhaps a bit mightier, hairier, redder than ever, his great hands uplifted, rushed at me and shook me in his lunatic way, so that train, passengers, porters and Liosha all rocked and reeled before my eyes. He let me go, and, before I could recover, Liosha threw her arms round my neck and kissed me. A porter who picked up my hat restored me to mental equipoise.
The most astonishing part of the business was that in these outbreaks of barbarity she did not seem to be impelled by blind rage. Most people who heave a postman about a peaceful county would do so in a fit of passion, through loss of nerve-control. Not so Liosha. She did these things with the bland and deadly air of an inexorable Fate.
"Do you think she's gone off with the fellow already?" "You had better ring up Queen's Gate and find out." He rushed from the room. I hastily finished shaving, while Barbara discoursed to me on the neglect of our duties with regard to Liosha. Presently Jaffery burst in like a rhinoceros. "She's gone! She went on Thursday. And this is Saturday. Fendihook left last Sunday.
Liosha came down to dinner very subdued, after a short, sharp interview with Barbara, who, for so small a person, can put on a prodigious air of authority. As a punishment for bloodthirsty behaviour she had made her wear the gown in the manner prescribed by Reynolds; and she had apologised to Reynolds, who thereupon withdrew her notice. So serenity again prevailed.
But the next time you ask me, please do it in a decent way." I saw mischief lurking in my wife's eye and shook my head at her rebukingly. But Jaffery stared at Liosha and gasped.
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