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Updated: June 10, 2025
"You'll come back, of course," he said, "in a couple of days or a week if you like but you'll be back, of course. You know if there's anything the matter with your salary just say so. I always meant you should feel perfectly free to fix your salary to suit yourself. Only be sure to come back in a week, won't you?" "Good-bye," said Malcourt in a low voice.
And, when Malcourt had passed came Cecile rustling from the western corridor, gay, quick-stepping, her enchanting laughter passing through the corridor like a fresh breeze as she joined Mrs. Carrick on the stairs. Then silence; and he opened his door. And Shiela Cardross, passing noiselessly, turned at the sound.
Even now, though his truancy had landed him in a very lively lawsuit, he was glad enough to slink back through the stinging comments to the security of authority; and his bellows of exasperation under reproof were half pretence. He expected Malcourt to get him out of it if he could not extract himself; he had no idea of defending the suit.
"Really!" said Malcourt in polite concern. "Yes, really!" snapped Portlaw. "Mrs. Ascott went to Pride's and took Wayward and Constance Palliser; that was Friday. And Gray and Cecile joined them yesterday.
Constance, following her glance, saw, and signalled silent invitation; Malcourt sauntered up, paid his respects airily, and joined Hamil and Wayward; Virginia spoke in a low voice to Constance, then, leaning on the back of her chair, looked at Shiela as inoffensively as she knew how. She said: "I am very sorry for my rudeness to you. Can you forgive me, Miss Cardross?"
"In the west wing of your house preparing to remain indefinitely." "Dear, dear!" exclaimed Malcourt. "What on earth shall we do?" And he peered sideways at Portlaw with his tongue in his cheek. "Do? I don't know. Why the devil did you suggest that they stop at your house?" "Because, William, curious as it may seem, I had a sort of weak-minded curiosity to see my sister once more."
Malcourt nodded, then, with a weary smile: "I do not plead with you for my own chance of happiness. Yet, you owe me something, Shiela." "What?" "The right to face the world under true colours. You owe me that." She whitened to the lips. "I know it." "Suppose I ask for that right?" "I have always told you that, if you demanded it, I would take your name openly."
Otherwise he cared nothing for his deer, his grouse, and his trout. And why he suddenly had been bitten with a mania for "improving" the flawless wilderness about him, even Malcourt did not know.
Malcourt in pink gingham apron and sun-bonnet was digging with a trowel in her garden when he appeared upon the landscape. "I don't want you to tell Louis," he cautioned her with a very knowing and subtle smile, "but I'm just going to ride over to Pride's this morning and settle this lawsuit matter, and surprise him."
Before the Beach Club closed certain species of humanity left in a body, including a number of the unfledged, and one or two pretty opportunists. Portlaw went, also Malcourt. It required impudence, optimism, and executive ability for Malcourt to make his separate adieux and render impartial justice on each occasion.
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