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"Well, you can certainly understand this: that my regard for Mrs. Malcourt does not extend to you; that it is neither modified nor hampered by the fact that you happen to exist, or that she now bears your name." Malcourt's face had lost its colour. He began slowly: "There is no reason, I think " "I don't care what you think!" said Hamil.
What do you think of that!" demanded Portlaw, turning to Hamil as he entered the room; and unheeding Malcourt's instinctive gesture of caution which he gave, not comprehending why he gave it, Portlaw went on, fairly pouting out his irritation: "In that bally mail-sack which Louis brought in from Pride's Fall there's a telegram from your friend, Neville Cardross; and why the devil he wants Louis to come to New York on the jump "
There was no indiscriminate generosity in that attachment; he never voluntarily increased Malcourt's salary or decreased his responsibilities; he got out of his superintendent every bit of labour and every bit of amusement he could at the lowest price Malcourt would take; yet, in spite of that he really cared for Malcourt; he secretly admired his intellectual equipment; feared it, too; and the younger man's capacity for dissipation made him an invaluable companion when Portlaw emerged from his camp in November and waddled forth upon his annual hunt for happiness.
But I want you to have your freedom to marry that damned fool, Hamil." The quick blood stung her face under his sudden blunt brutality. "You think that because I returned a little money to my family, it entitles me to publicly disgrace them?" Malcourt's patience was fast going. "Oh, for Heaven's sake, Shiela, shed your swaddling clothes and act like something adult.
"Some of us have been fools enough to lose our illusions," retorted Wayward sharply, "but you never had any, Malcourt; and that's no compliment from me to you." Portlaw chuckled. "We never lose illusions; we mislay 'em," he suggested; "and then we are pretty careful to mislay only that particular illusion which inconveniences us." He jerked his heavy head in Malcourt's direction.
At least, I couldn't do that! Kill for pleasure! as better men than I do. And better women, too!... What am I talking about? I've done worse than that on impulse meaning well, like other fools." Malcourt's face had become drawn, sallow, almost sneering; but in the slow gaze he turned on Hamil was that blank hopelessness which no man can encounter and remember unmoved.
Malcourt said it was not necessary, and cautioned everybody to sit absolutely clear of the table, and to rest only the tips of the fingers very lightly on the surface. "Can we speak?" grinned Portlaw. "Oh, yes, if you like." A bright colour glowed in Malcourt's face; he looked down dreamily at the top of the table where his hands touched. A sudden quiet fell over the company.
He did like to see a fat deer; the fatter the better; he was accustomed, too, to poke his thumb into the dead plumage of a plump grouse when Malcourt's men laid out the braces, on which he himself never drew trigger; and which interested him only when on the table. He wanted plenty of game and fish on the place for that reason; he wanted his guests to shoot and fish for that reason, too.
They studied it together, Shiela's fascinated gaze riveted on them both. And she saw Lady Tressilvain's big eyes widen as she laid her pencil on a sequence; saw Malcourt's quick nod of surprised comprehension when she checked off a word, then another, another, another; and suddenly her face turned white to the lips, and she caught at her brother's arm, terrified.
Couldn't you tell me what he meant? I'll promise to do it." "I suppose," she answered, laughing, "that he meant me to write a note to Alida Ascott, making a personal appeal for your reception. He spoke of it; but, Mr. Portlaw, I am scarcely on such a footing with her." Portlaw was so innocently delighted with the idea which bore Malcourt's stamp of authority, that young Mrs.
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