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"H'm!" said Argyll, then coughed discreetly over a pinch of snuff. "Spy or agent," said the Chamberlain, little abashed at the interjection. "And yet a gentleman by the look of him, said Sim MacTaggart, five minutes syne." "And what's to prevent that?" asked the Chamberlain almost sharply.
"Oh, he's good enough, I daresay," she answered without looking aside a moment. "I would think him much better if he was an inch or two taller, a shade blacker, and Hielan' to boot. But tell me this, and tell me no more, Sim; where has your lordship been for three whole days? Three whole days, Simon MacTaggart, and not a word of explanation. Are you not ashamed of yourself, sir?
"There is one air I have heard of yours so! that somehow haunts me," said Count Victor; "its conclusion seemed to baffle you." "So it does, man, so it does! If I found the end of that, I fancy I would find a new MacTaggart.
If I had met her twenty years ago! Twenty years ago! H'm! 'Clack! goes the weaver's shuttle! Twenty years ago it was her mother, and Sim MacTaggart without a hair on his face trying to kiss the good lady of Doom, and her, perhaps na' half unwilling. I'm glad I'm glad."
Argyll shuddered. "I wish to God, Dr. Madver," said he, "your practice in this matter of blood-letting may not be so much infernal folly. Why! the man lost all he could spare before he reached you." And there, unconscious, Simon MacTaggart slept, pale as parchment, fallen in at the jaw, twitching a little now and then at the corners of the mouth, otherwise inert and dead.
"Well!" said she, "what of him? I hope he is not to suffer for this, seeing MacTaggart is going to get better, for I should dearly like to have him get some return for his quest." "Would you, indeed?" said the Duke. "H'm," and stared at her. "The Count is at this moment cooling his heels in the fosse cell." "That is hard!" said she, reddening. "But what would you, my dear?
"No!" said Sim MacTaggart shortly, tugging at a belt, and yet Count Victor had his doubts. He made his preparations, it is true, but always with an apprehensive look at that long line of sleeping houses, whose shutters with a hole in the centre of each seemed to stare down upon the sand.
"From the first oh, come! sir, let us not be beating about the bush, and let us sink all these evasions from the first you have designed a meeting with MacTaggart, and your every act since you came to this country has led up to this damned business that is likely to rob me of the bravest of servants.
"Do you say so?" cried MacTaggart, with his first sign of actual insolence, and the Duke sighed. "My good Simon," said he, "I do not require to tell you so, for you know it very well. What I would add is that all I have said is, so far as I am concerned, between ourselves; that's my only tribute to our old acquaintanceship.
"Petite imbecile!" he cried, "there is no lady in France worthy to hold thy scarf; 'twas thyself, mignonne, I spoke of all the time; only the more I love the less I can express." He drew her to him, crushing the jasmine till it breathed in a fragrant dissolution, bruising her breast with the topaz. But Simon MacTaggart did not pipe wholly in vain.
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