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O my, O my, what an amusing mess!" However, he knew what Portlaw didn't know, that Virginia would never accept that invitation, and that neither Wayward nor Constance Palliser would remain one day under the roof that harboured the sister of Louis Malcourt.
"Very well indeed," he replied deliberately. "They're a, good, domestic, mother-pin-a-rose-on-me sort of family.... I'm a sort of distant cousin run of the house and privilege of kissing the girls not now, but once. I'm going to stay there when we get back from Miami." "You didn't tell me that?" observed Hamil, surprised. "No," said Malcourt carelessly, "I didn't know it myself.
And then he added that it didn't matter but he didn't explain what I was to do when she refused to see me.... Ah could would you mind telling me what to do in that case, Mrs. Malcourt?" "What is there to do, Mr. Portlaw, if a woman refuses to receive you?" "Why I don't know," he admitted vacantly. "What would you do?" Young Mrs. Malcourt, frankly amused, shook her head: "If Mrs.
Malcourt" she raised her eyes, and again the hint of provocation in them preoccupied him "I remembered you, and I have sometimes hoped we might meet again. Is that amends for the very bad taste I displayed in speaking of your engagement before it has been announced?" "I am not engaged to be married," he said deliberately.
And at last he stumbled to his feet like a stricken man on the firing line, stupefied that the thing had happened to him; and stood unsteadily, looking around. Then he went heavily about his dressing. Later, when he was ready to leave his room, he heard Malcourt walking through the corridor outside a leisurely and lightly stepping Malcourt, whistling a lively air.
Cardross laughed gently over her embroidery; Malcourt, who was reading the stock column in the News, turned and looked curiously at Hamil, then at Shiela. Then catching Mrs. Carrick's eye: "Portlaw is rather worried over the market," he said. "I think he's going North in a day or two." "Why, Louis!" exclaimed Mrs. Cardross; "then you will be going, too, I suppose."
Malcourt continued to roll his cigarette, but after a while he spoiled it and began to construct another. "Are you, Louis?" "What?" "Coming back here soon?" "If I if it's the thing to do. I don't know yet. You mustn't press the matter now." "You think there's a chance that you won't come back at all!" exclaimed Portlaw, aghast. Malcourt's cigarette fell to pieces in his fingers.
What on earth do you mean by this? "Miss Palliser, Mrs. Ascott, Miss Cardross are here, also Wayward, and Gray Cardross which with you and Mrs. Malcourt and myself solves the Bridge proposition or would have solved it. But without warning, yesterday, your sister and brother-in-law arrived, bag and baggage, and Mrs. Malcourt has given them the west wing of your house.
So lingered the living memory of Malcourt among men a little while longer among women then faded as shadows die at dusk when the mala is told for the soul that waits the Rosary of a Thousand Beads. In January the Ariani sailed with her owner aboard; but Hamil was not with him. In February Constance Palliser wrote Hamil from Palm Beach: "It is too beautiful here and you must come.
She was speaking almost incoherently, now, scarcely conscious of what she was saying. "There's a man downstairs who talks in empty rooms and listens to things I cannot hear listens every day, I tell you; I've seen him often, often I mean Louis Malcourt! And I cannot endure it the table that moves, and the O Garry! Take me away with you. I cannot stand it any longer!" "Will you come?"
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