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Fergusson is right and he is a pretty good judge you won't regret having done so," she remarked. "He thinks it is going to have a big run." "He may be right," Matravers answered. "For all our sakes, I hope so!" "It will be a magnificent opportunity for your friend." Matravers looked over towards Berenice.
On their part it was with wild jubilee and delight that those on board the hooker saw the hostile land recede and lessen behind them. By degrees the dark ring of ocean rose higher, dwarfing in twilight Portland, Purbeck, Tineham, Kimmeridge, the Matravers, the long streaks of dim cliffs, and the coast dotted with lighthouses. England disappeared.
He don't know that I'm here yet! He will be so surprised! Charlie Dunlop that's where I live has the fever, and dad sent me here with a letter, but Mr. Matravers was out when we came, and nurse put me to bed. Now she's gone away, and I'm so lonely. Is he asleep? Please wake him, and tell him." She turned up the lamp without moving her eyes from the little white-clad figure.
Matravers interrupted calmly. "I regret to have to use unpleasant language, Mr. Thorndyke, but I am compelled to tell you, and these gentlemen, that your statement is a lie!" Thorndyke was a florid and a puffy man. The veins upon his temples stood out like whipcord. He was not a pleasant sight to look upon. "What do you mean, sir?" he spluttered. "The carriage was mine before she had it.
"It will not affect my judgment," Matravers said. "It will affect her acting, though," Ellison replied gloomily. "There are times when, even to us who know her strength, and are partial to her, she appears to act with difficulty, to be encumbered with all the diffidence of the amateur. For a whole scene she will be little better than a stick.
"I am sorry," Matravers said thoughtfully; "at the same time I cannot believe that she will remain very long undiscovered! Good afternoon! I am forgetting that I have some writing to do." Matravers walked slowly back to his rooms, filled with a new and fascinating idea which Ellison's words had suddenly suggested to him.
"She has talent," he said, "and experience; you have genius, which is far above either. I am not leaving you any choice at all. To-morrow I shall bring the play." "You may at least do that," she answered. "It will be a pleasure to hear it read. Come to luncheon, and we will have a long afternoon." Matravers took his leave with a sense of relief.
The change, when it comes, is like a sudden fire from Heaven. Something flashes into her face, she becomes inspired, she holds us breathless, hanging upon every word; it is then one realizes that she is a genius." "Let us hope," Matravers said, "that some such moment may visit her to-night. One needs some compensation for a dinnerless evening, and such surroundings as these!"
Matravers forgot to drink his coffee. He was watching her with a curious sense of emotional excitement. The little chamber was full of half lights and shadows, and there seemed to him something almost unearthly about this woman with her soft grey gown and marble face. He was stirred by her presence in a new way.
With a sickening sense of horror, Matravers saw the little fellow literally under the horse's feet, and heard his shrill cry of terror. He leaped out, and was the first to pick the child up, immeasurably relieved to find that after all he was not seriously hurt. His clothes were torn, and his hands were scratched, and there, apparently, the mischief ended.
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