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Decidedly Peter, Baron de Grost, found it hard to break away from his old weakness! Andrea Korust, from his place near the piano, breathed a sigh of relief as he watched. A moment or two later, however, Mademoiselle Korust was obliged to leave her companion to receive a late but unimportant guest, and almost simultaneously Colonel Mayson passed by on his way to the farther end of the apartment.
You wife has got through beautifully." "Yes?" "By the way, it's a boy." "Yes, of course." Doctor Mayson looked genuinely surprised. "Why 'of course'? I don't quite understand." "She knew it was going to be a boy." The doctor smiled faintly. "Women often have strange fancies at such times. I mean before they are confined." "But you see she was right. It is a boy."
"That helps," he murmured. "See, our last guest arrives." A tall, spare-looking man was just being announced. They heard his name as Andrea presented him to a companion "Colonel Mayson!" Mademoiselle Celaire saw a gleam in her companion's eyes. "It is coming the idea?" she whispered. "Very vaguely," he admitted. "Who is this Colonel Mayson?" "Our only military aeronaut," Peter replied.
Doctor Mayson smiled. "D'you know, it's really ever so much better for us men to keep right out of the way in such moments as these. It's the kindest thing we can do." "Very well. I'll do it of course." "I never go near my own wife when she's like this." Dion stared into the fire. "Have you many children?" "Eleven," remarked the bass voice comfortably.
She raised her eyebrows. "Aeronaut!" she repeated doubtfully. "I see nothing in that. Both my own country and Germany are years ahead of poor England in the air. Is it not so?" Peter smiled and held out his arm. "See," he said, "supper has been announced. Afterwards Andrea Korust will play to us, and I think that Colonel Mayson and his distinguished brother officer from India will talk.
"I am not going to be left here," she whispered, taking Peter's arm. Peter looked back from the door. "At any rate, Mr. Andrea Korust," he said, "your first supper was a success. Colonel Mayson was genuine. Our real English military aeronaut was here, and he has disclosed to you, Maurice Korust, all that he ever knew.
Her own wishes and her brother's orders seemed to absolutely coincide. She led him towards a retired corner of the music-room. On the way, however, Peter overheard the introduction which he had expected. "General Noseworthy is just returned from India, Colonel Mayson," Korust said, in his usual quiet, tired tone. "You will, perhaps, find it interesting to talk together a little.
At this moment Doctor Mayson opened the door of Rosamund's room and came out upon the landing a tall, rosy and rather intellectual-looking man, with tranquil gray eyes, and hair thinning above the high knobby forehead. Dion had never seen him before. They shook hands. "I shouldn't go into your wife's room," said Doctor Mayson in a low bass voice. "Why? Doesn't she wish it?"
Decidedly Peter, Baron de Grost, found it hard to break away from his old weakness. Andrea Korust, from his place near the piano, breathed a sigh of relief as he watched. A moment or two later, however, Mademoiselle Korust was obliged to leave her companion to receive a late but unimportant guest, and almost simultaneously Colonel Mayson passed by on his way to the farther end of the apartment.
Just another child in the world crying, dribbling, feebly trying to grasp the atmosphere; another child to cut its first tooth, with shrieks, to have whooping-cough, chicken-pox, rose rash and measles; another child to eat of the fruit of the tree; another child to combat and love and suffer and die. No, damn it, the matter was important. Doctor Mayson and his rosy face were unmeaning.
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