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Some of the women appealed to Verrian to say if he had ever heard of anything like it; and they felt that Mrs. Westangle was certainly arriving, and by no beaten track. None of the others put it in these terms, of course; it was merely a consensus of feeling with them, and what was more articulate was dropped among the ironies with which Miss Macroyd more confidentially celebrated the event.
"Don't you think they're rather more dangerous when they're honest?" "Well, only when they're obliged to be. Cheer up! I don't believe Miss Macroyd is one to spoil sport." "Oh, I think I shall live through it," Verrian said, rather stiffening again. But he relaxed, in rising from his chair, and said, "Well, good-night, old fellow. I believe I shall go to bed now."
That's why I'm talking of it, and not because I think you've any right to know anything about it." "Thank you," Bushwick returned, unruffled. "It's about what Miss Macroyd told me. That's the reason I don't want the ghost-dance to fail." Verrian did not notice him. He found it more important to say: "She's so loyal to Mrs. Westangle that she wouldn't have wished, in Mrs.
"And is that all?" Miss Macroyd asked Verrian. "I was just getting up my courage to go forward. But now, I suppose " "Oh, dear!" Miss Andrews called out. "Perhaps it's fainted. Hadn't we better " There were formless cries from the women, and the men made a crooked rush forward, in which Verrian did not join. He remained where he had risen, with Miss Macroyd beside him.
After he had got his cup of tea, he stood sipping it with a homeless air which he tried to conceal, and cast a furtive eye round the room till it rested upon the laughing face of Miss Macroyd. A young man was taking away her teacup, and Verrian at once went up and seized his place.
Verrian frowned blackly in his disgust, so blackly that Miss Macroyd laughed aloud. "Yes, the coming matinee idol. One of the girls recognized you as soon as you came into the house, and the name settled it, though, of course, you're supposed to be here incognito."
Westangle's interest, to have her presence, or her agency in what is going on, known; but, of course, if Mrs. Westangle chooses to, tell it, that's her affair." "She would have had to tell it, sooner or later, Mrs. Westangle would; and she only told it to Miss Macroyd this afternoon on compulsion, after Miss Macroyd and I had seen you in the wood-road, and Mrs.
Westangle had to account for the young lady's presence there in your company. Then Miss Macroyd had to tell me; but I assure you, my dear fellow, the matter hasn't gone any further." "Oh, it's quite indifferent to me," Verrian retorted. "I'm nothing but a dispassionate witness of the situation."
It would be merely deciding that personally you would do," Miss Macroyd laughed, as always, and Verrian put on a mock seriousness in asking: "Then I needn't be serious if there should happen to be anything so Westangular as a Mr. Westangle?" "Not the least in the world." "But there is something?" "Oh, I believe so. But not probably at Seasands." "Is that her house?" "Yes.
Or perhaps I hated the trouble." Miss Macroyd laughed the more; then she purposely darkened her countenance so as to suit it to her lugubrious whisper, "How did she get here?" "What she?" "The mysterious fugitive. Wasn't she coming here, after all?" "After all your trouble in supposing so?" Verrian reflected a moment, and then he said, deliberately, "I don't know."
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