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You have a lover near you all the time he's mad about you. What have I? I'm utterly alone. No one loves me no, not a soul " "You won't let them love you, Edith," said Constance jauntily. "They all want to love you all of them." "I hate men," announced Mrs. Medcroft, retrospectively. Developments of a most refractory character swooped down upon them at the very end of the sojourn in Innsbruck.
Of course, she had to admit to herself that she did not actually hear Mr. Medcroft tell Constance that he loved her, but it was enough for her that he sat with her in the semi-darkness for two unbroken hours, speaking in tones so low that they might just as well have been whispering so far as her taut ears were concerned.
"Are we alone?" demanded Miss Fowler, not giving Edith time to proclaim her joy at seeing her. "Well, I've arranged a way to get him out," she went on, her lips set. "Out?" murmured Mrs. Medcroft. "Of course. We can't let him stay in there all night, Edith. How much money have you? Hurry up, please! Don't stare!" "In where? Who's in where?" "He's in gaol!" with supreme scorn. "Haven't you heard?"
The train was late, and at five o'clock he was desperately combating an impulse to leave it at Strassburg, find lodging in a hotel, and then, refreshed, set out for London to have it out with the malevolent Medcroft. The disembarking of the venerable mourners, however, restored him to a degree of his peace of mind.
"I knew it would appeal to you, as an American." "What does it all mean?" "It's all very simple, if one looks at it from the right angle, Brock. Up to last night, I was blissfully committed to the most delightful of outings, so to speak. At ten o'clock everything was changed. Mrs. Medcroft and I sat up all night discussing the situation with the messenger my solicitor, by the way.
This order included every member of Mr. Rodney's party, excepting the Medcroft baby. Considerably distressed and very much concerned over the probable outcome of the conference, the Rodney forces made their way to the offices not altogether in an open fashion, but by humiliatingly unusual avenues. The Rodney family came down the back stairs.
It may have been due to the spell of her eyes or to the call of her voice, but it remains an unchallenged fact that he no longer thought of Medcroft as a stupid bungler; instead, he had come to regard him as a good and irreproachable Samaritan. All of which goes to prove that a divinity shapes our ends, rough hew them how we may.
In spite of possible unpleasant consequences, there were the elements of a rare lark in the enterprise; he felt himself being skilfully guided past the pitfalls and dangers. "I shall insist upon talking it over thoroughly with Mrs. Medcroft before consenting," he said in the end. "If she's being bluffed into the game, I'll revoke like a flash. If she's keen for the adventure, I'll go, Rox.
Also, it occurred to him that the Medcrofts had asked him to visit them at their shooting-box for several seasons in succession, and that their town house was always open to him. While he had not ignored the invitations, he had never responded in person. He began to experience twinges of remorse: Medcroft was such a good fellow! The Londoner did not respond to the innocuous query.
You can't fool me, Carney. I know women." "Deuce take it, Agatha, so do I. And wot's more, I know men." "They're a poor lot, the kind you know. This pseudo Medcroft is not your kind. He's a very clever chap and a gentleman." "Now, look here, Agatha, don't imagine that I'm going to be such a cad as to turn against 'em in their hour of trial. Not I. I'm more their friend than ever.
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