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Macfarlane put up a quick hand to free himself, for the grip was painful. "He wasn't a friend of yours, I suppose? He wouldn't have been putting up there if he had been." "No, no; not a friend." The words came jerkily. Merryon was breathing in great spasms that shook him from head to foot.

"Ring that bell; now, go downstairs and Hopkins will introduce you to my housekeeper, who will explain your duties to you." Hopkins entered and solemnly marched Martha Merryon to the regions below. Mr Auberly locked away his papers, pulled out his watch, wound it up, and then, lighting a bedroom candle, proceeded with much gravity upstairs.

"It's going to kill us this time," declared little Robey, the youngest subaltern, to whom the nights were a torment unspeakable. He had been within an ace of heat apoplexy more than once, and his nerves were stretched almost to breaking-point. But Merryon went doggedly on, hewing his unswerving way through all.

Colonel Davenant had awaked to the fact that his life was a valuable one, and his admiration for Mrs. Merryon was undisguised. He did not altogether understand her behaviour, but he was discreet enough not to seek that enlightenment which only one man in the world was ever to receive. To that man on the night before their departure came Puck, very pale and resolute, with shining, unwavering eyes.

Merryon's words sounded clipped and cold. She shivered. "I ran right away to you. I I didn't feel safe any more." Merryon sat silent. Somehow he could not stir up his anger against her, albeit his inner consciousness told him that she had been to blame; but for the first time his passion was cooled. He held her without ardour, the while he wondered.

"But you haven't the least idea what to do with me," said the Dragon-Fly, with a forlorn smile. "You ought to have thought of that. You'll be going back to India soon. And I and I " She stopped, still stubbornly refusing to meet the man's eyes. "I am going back next week," Merryon said. "How fine to be you!" said the Dragon-Fly. "You wouldn't like to take me with you now as as valet de chambre?"

"Merely for appearances' sake," said Merryon, with grim irony. "The regimental morals are somewhat easily offended, and an outsider like myself can't be too careful." The girl was still staring at him, as though at some novel specimen of humanity that had never before crossed her path. Suddenly she leaned towards him, looking him full and straight in the eyes.

No, Miss Merryon," he added, turning to the girl with his wonted urbanity, "I don't keep turpentine, and I was only surprised you should ask for it in a toy-shop; but you'll get it of Mr White next door. I don't believe there's anythink in the world as he can't supply to his customers." David Boone bowed them out, and then re-entered the back-shop, shaking his head slowly from side to side.

As a matter of fact Merryon had not the smallest desire to go, but he would not say so; and all through the evening he sat and watched his young wife with a curious hunger at his heart. He hated to think that he had hurt her. There was no sign of depression about Puck, however, and he alone noticed that she never once glanced in his direction.

"Are you married?" she inquired, unexpectedly. "No," said Merryon, shortly. "Why?" She gave a little laugh that had a catch in it. "I was only thinking that your wife wouldn't like me much. Women are so suspicious." Merryon turned aside, and began to pour out a drink for himself. There was something strangely elusive about this little creature whom Fortune had flung to him.

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