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Updated: June 14, 2025
Also Portlaw, in a vile humour with the little gods of high and low finance. One of these interviews occurred after his final evening adieux to the Cardross family and to Hamil. Shiela drove him to the hotel in Gray's motor, slowly, when they were out of sight, at Malcourt's request. "I wanted to give you another chance," he said.
He had not been on a horse in years and it seemed as though only faith and a shoe-horn could get him into his riding-breeches; but with the aid of Heaven and a powerful valet he stood before his mirror arrayed at last; and presently went out across the lawn and through the grove to Malcourt's house. Young Mrs.
There was a pause; the girl took a hesitating step forward; but Miss Palliser met her more than half-way, took both her hands, and, holding them, looked her through and through. Malcourt's voice broke in gravely: "It is most unfortunate that my return to duty should happen under such circumstances.
Since Malcourt's arrival he and Portlaw had joyously waded into whatever gaiety offered, neck-deep; Portlaw had attached himself to the Club with all the deliberation of a born gourmet and a hopeless gambler; Malcourt roamed society and its suburbs, drifting from set to set and from coterie to coterie, always an opportunist, catholic in his tastes, tolerant of anything where pretty women were inclined to be amiable.
He had bought some flowers violets and lilies at a florist's near the cemetery gates. These he laid, awkwardly, at the base of the white slab from which Malcourt's newly cut name stared at him. Louis Malcourt lay, as he had wished, next to his father. Also, as he had desired, a freshly planted tree, bereft now of foliage, rose, spindling, to balance an older one on the other corner of the plot.
Besides, Hamil had turned uncomfortable, evidently considering it the worst of taste on Malcourt's part. "What am I to do about that telegram?" he asked, lighting a cigarette. Portlaw, immersed in sauce and the electrical problem, adjusted his mind with an effort to this other and less amusing question. "Wire for particulars and sit tight," advised Portlaw.
"Is there any reason for your sudden and deliberate familiarity with me?" retorted Hamil in a low voice. "You're drunk!" Malcourt's visage crimsoned: "O hell!" he said, "if your morals are as lofty as your mincing manners " Hamil stared him into silence, hesitated, then passed in front of him and out of the door.
A tinge of malice altered Malcourt's smile as he watched them; the stiffening grin twitched at his cheeks. "Now I wonder," he thought to himself, "whether it is the right way after all!... I don't think I'll threaten her again with alternatives. There's no telling what a fool might do in a panic."
Cuyp telephoned me yesterday assuring me that everything had been transferred and recorded and that my father could use everything in an emergency if it comes as you thought possible.... And I I wish to say" she went on in a curiously constrained voice "that I appreciate what you have done what you so willingly gave up " An odd smile hovered on Malcourt's lips: "Nonsense," he said.
"I'd like to talk to Hamil if he can give me a few moments." Bareheaded, Hamil stepped out into the clear, crisp, April sunshine where the buckboard stood on the gravel. The strong outdoor light emphasized Malcourt's excessive pallor, and the hand he offered Hamil was icy. Then his nervous grasp relaxed; he drew on his dog-pelt driving gloves and buttoned the fur coat to the throat.
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