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The consciousness of his weakness had fully restored her confidence and her authority. "Besides, I have had mine. Tommy, you too! It is too bad, I shall never dare to close my eyes again." At this point Monck laughed so suddenly and boyishly that she found it utterly impossible to continue her reproaches.
Sir Reginald and his brother had followed the youngsters to the billiard-room, the Colonel had accompanied them, but after a decent interval he left the guests to themselves and returned to the ante-room. He passed the bridge-players by and came to Monck. The latter glanced up at his approach. "Are you looking for me, sir?"
They went back to the bungalow in the late afternoon, walking hand in hand as children, supremely content. The blue jay laughed at the gate as they entered, and Monck looked up, "Jeer away, you son of a satyr!" he said. "I was going to shoot you, but I've changed my mind. We're all friends in this compartment." Stella squeezed his hand hard. "Everard, I love you for that!" she said simply.
In the morning, however, Tessa arrived upon the scene, impudent and cheerful, and she felt reassured. Her next anxiety became to keep her from annoying Monck upon whom naturally Tessa's main attention was centered. Tessa, however, was in an unusually tiresome mood.
And she would not need to leave her husband now. That thought set her very heart a-singing. Monck said but little upon the subject. He was more non-committal than ever in those days. Everyone said that Udalkhand was healthier and cooler than Kurrumpore and he did not contradict the statement. But yet Stella came to perceive after a time something in his silence which she found unsatisfactory.
A man, dressed in pyjamas, stood facing her, so close to her that he seemed to be in the act of stepping forth. She recognized him in a second. It was Monck, but Monck as she never before had seen him, Monck with eyes alight with fever and lips drawn back like the lips of a snarling animal. In his right hand he gripped a revolver.
Her hand shook, but she controlled it resolutely. Words flicked rapidly into being under her pen: "I shall be behind the tamarisks to-night." Bernard Monck never forgot the day of Scooter's death. It was as indelibly fixed in his memory as in that of Tessa. The child's wild agony of grief was of so utterly abandoned a nature as to be almost Oriental in its violence.
She met him in the verandah with Tessa hanging on his arm. Since her great love for Stella had developed, she had adopted Stella's husband also as her own especial property, though it could scarcely be said that Monck gave her much encouragement. On this occasion she simply ceased to exist for him the moment he caught sight of Stella's face.
That is the sort of chap he is." "It will be rather a shock for him," Stella observed. "You had no idea of changing your state when you saw him last summer." There fell a somewhat abrupt silence. Monck was filling his pipe and the process seemed to engross all his thoughts. Finally, rather suddenly, he spoke. "As a matter of fact, I didn't see him last summer." "You didn't see him!"
Monck sat for a moment or two looking straight before him; then he packed together the papers in his hand and stepped through the open window into the room behind. It was empty. He went through it without a pause, and turned along the passage to the door of his wife's room. It stood half-open. He pushed it wider and entered.
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