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For when he went back to the hotel at the luncheon-hour he brought little with him save a stench in his nostrils and a slightly increased fund of mystification. Gryson had disappeared as completely as if the earth had opened and swallowed him. And Blount knew the disappearance was real, because the ward-heeler's own henchmen were searching for him.
He came back again at the luncheon-hour, through the garden, and heard, somewhat to his surprise and greatly to his relief, that his host had composed himself promptly enough after their agitating interview. Mrs. Lendon talked at luncheon much as if she expected her brother to be, as she said, really quite fit again.
He presently left Steinmetz and the prince engaged in a controversy with the countess as to a meeting-place at the luncheon-hour. Maggie and Catrina were at the piano. Etta was looking at a book of photographs. "A charming house, princess," said De Chauxville, in a voice that all could hear while the music happened to be soft. But Catrina's music was more remarkable for strength than for softness.
He rose to his feet, but he did not look at her again. She could not speak in answer; there was no need of speech. He knew her heart as he knew his own. And so in silence, with bent head, he left her. And the sun went out of her sky. When Mordaunt returned from his ride, it was close upon the luncheon-hour. He went straight upstairs to prepare for the meal. Chris's room was empty.
What had befallen her? What did it all mean? Would they ever know? One day after their luncheon-hour, as they were about to resume work, the teacher of the class entered. He looked shocked; his look shocked them; instant sympathy ran through them. He spoke with difficulty: "She has come back. She is down-stairs. Something had befallen her indeed.
"Sat up all night, what?" he said. "Then where is he now? In bed?" There was a deep line between his black brows; all the gaiety and sparkle had gone from his eyes. He looked tired out. It was close upon the luncheon-hour, and he had tramped up from the station. There were refreshments in front of him, but he bluntly refused to touch them. "Why can't you speak, man?" he said irritably.
The infant's luncheon-hour had arrived, and the nourishment was still of Letty's own providing. It was strange to see on her face the slow triumph of this ineffable bliss over the grief occasioned by the recent conversation. Mrs. Waltham had floated into a stream of talk.
They were sitting on the terrace awaiting the luncheon-hour. Across the garden came Noel's shrill whistle, and instinctively, before she remembered her aunt's presence, Chris answered it. The boy appeared at the farther end of the long lawn, and came racing towards them. "Just seen the postman, Chris. Here's a letter for you such a horrible fist, Sandacre post-mark, and sealed.
All I had had to do was to stroll down the path bordering the river, run my eye over a group of boats lying side by side like a school of trout with their noses up-stream, pick out the widest, flattest, and least upsettable craft in the fleet, decorate it with a pair of Turkey-red cushions from a pile in the boathouse, and a short mattress, also Turkey-red a good thing at luncheon-hour for a tired back is a mattress slip the key of the padlock of the mooring-chain in my pocket and stroll back again.
At the sound of his name Nelly's eyes were suddenly startled: she caught her breath; the colour swept over her face and ebbed away, leaving her paler than before. Presently the luncheon-hour was over and Bunny had been carried off for his afternoon's outing. The half-hour or so in the drawing-room was over.
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