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Updated: July 10, 2025
"So you've decided to go?" she said. "Portlaw decides that sort of thing for me." "It's a case of necessity?" Malcourt answered lightly: "He intends to go. Who can stop a fat and determined man? Besides, the season is over; in two weeks there will be nobody left except the indigenous nigger, the buzzards, and a few cast-off summer garments " "And a few cast-off winter memories," she said.
"No," said Hamil, "I never did." For a while silence settled upon the table while Portlaw struggled to digest mentally the gastronomic suggestion offered by Malcourt. "I could send to town for a battery," he said hesitatingly; "or there's my own electric plant " Malcourt yawned. There was not much fun in exploiting such a man.
"You are wrong. Do you think for one moment that your father and mother would accept the wretched sacrifice you are making of your life if they knew " "The old arguments again," she said impatiently. "There is a new argument," said Malcourt, staring at her. "What new argument?" "Hamil."
"They concern you and myself." "I know of no private matters which concern you and myself or are ever likely to." Malcourt's face darkened. "I think I warned you once that one day you would misunderstand my friendship for you." Hamil straightened up, looking him coldly in the eye. "Malcourt," he said, "there is no reason for the slightest pretence between us.
Malcourt was up and ready before seven when his sister came to his door, dressed in her pretty blue travelling gown, hatted, veiled, gloved to perfection; but there was a bloom on cheek and mouth which mocked at the wearied eyes a lassitude in every step as she slowly entered and seated herself.
Perhaps something I can do for you " And, laughing, "I'll consult my father; he's not very definite on that point yet." So Malcourt swung aboard the wagon, nodded again to Hamil, waved a pleasant adieu to Portlaw at the window, and was gone in a shower of wet gravel and mud.
He met Portlaw, later, at the Beach Club for luncheon; and, as the latter looked particularly fat, warm, and worried, Malcourt's perverse humour remained in the ascendant, and he tormented Portlaw until that badgered gentleman emitted a bellow of exasperation. "What on earth's the matter?" asked Malcourt in pretended astonishment. "I thought I was being funny." "Funny!
All the same, with a glance at Hamil, he unfolded the bit of yellow paper and read: "LOUIS MALCOURT, "Superintendent Luckless Lake, "Adirondacks. "Your presence is required at my office in the Shoshone Securities Building on a matter of most serious and instant importance. Telegraph what train you can catch. Mr. Carrick will meet you on the train at Albany. "NEVILLE CARDROSS. "Answer Paid."
For a few moments the girl rattled on capriciously, swinging her stockinged legs in the smooth green swells that rose above her knees along the raft's edge; and he sat silent beside her, half-listening, half-preoccupied, his eyes instinctively searching the water's edge beyond. "I hadn't noticed that Louis Malcourt was so devoted to your sister," he said.
"Wh-what!" bawled Portlaw, dropping knife and fork. "I I want to see that girl again some time," said Malcourt thoughtfully. "I would like to tell her that I didn't mean it case of boy and grasshopper, you know.... Well, as you say, gun-play has no place in real novels.
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