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For one moment Marguerite caught her husband's eye. No one was within earshot. "Percy," she said. "Yes, m'dear." "When did you return?" "Early this morning." "You crossed over from Calais?" "From Boulogne." "Why did you not let me know sooner?" "I could not, dear.
The look of joy, of exquisite happiness, seemed to have suddenly vanished from her face; there was a deep furrow between her brows. She sighed a short, sharp sigh, and cast a rapid upward glance at her husband. He was looking down at her, smiling good-naturedly, a trifle sarcastically perhaps, and the frown on her face deepened. "Percy," she said abruptly. "Yes, m'dear."
"Nay! m'dear!" he said, "but your ladyship is astonishing.... Close a death-trap upon your humble servant?... Nay! the governing citizens of France will have to be very active and mighty wide-awake ere they succeed in stealing a march on me.... Zounds! but we'll give them an exciting chase this time.... Nay! little woman, do not fear!" he said with sudden infinite gentleness, "those demmed murderers have not got me yet."
The laugh which accompanied this remark was evidently intended to reassure Sir Percy as to the gravity of the incident. It apparently succeeded in that, for echoing the laugh, he rejoined placidly "La, m'dear! you don't say so. Begad! who was the bold man who dared to tackle you eh?" Lord Tony tried to interpose, but had no time to do so, for the young Vicomte had already quickly stepped forward.
"I have furthermore kept him segregated from all that could in any way vitiate or vulgarise; he has had the ablest tutors and been my constant companion, and to-day I am told all this is but his misfortune. Now and therefore. Sir Jervas Vereker, pray explain yourself." "Briefly and with joy, m'dear Julia," answered my uncle Jervas, smiling sleepily into my aunt's fierce black eyes.
Uttering a pious exclamation that reflected both doubt and confidence in the all-wise workings of Providence, his wife fell heavily upon him, with strong symptoms of hysteria. 'Heavenly hope! she cried, after her exuberance permitted of speech; 'so you've come home? 'I hev, said her husband solemnly; 'and I'm werry pleased to observe you so fit, m'dear.
"Aye! you had forgotten him, hadn't you, m'dear?" said Sir Percy merrily.
"A bowl of punch, Jelly, hot and strong, eh?" said Sir Percy. "The wits that have just made a clever woman laugh must be whetted! Ha! ha! ha! Hasten, my good Jelly!" "Nay, there is no time, Sir Percy," interposed Marguerite. "The skipper will be here directly and my brother must get on board, or the DAY DREAM will miss the tide." "Time, m'dear?
A woman, slightly the worse for drink, but with friendly, rather humorous eyes, put a hand on her arm. "You're all right, m'dear," she said. "You're the stuff. Give it to them. I wish to God I could talk. I'd tell 'em something." The clergyman drew her on hastily. In a small Italian restaurant, almost deserted, they found a table, and the clergyman ordered eggs and coffee. He was a trifle uneasy.
"Of course he does, m'dear," he said in his usual affected, drawly tones, "of course he does, but that is so demmed amusing. He does not really know what or how much he knows, or what I know.... In fact... er... we none of us know anything... just at present...." He laughed lightly and carelessly, then deliberately readjusted the set of his lace tie. "Percy!" she said reproachfully.
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