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"Really you must not suppose me unmaidenly, Lieutenant," she explained, her eyes shyly lifting, "but you know those gentlemen were my very earliest acquaintances here, and they have been so kind. I was so shocked when Naida kissed you, Lieutenant; but the poor girl was so grateful to you for going to the help of Bob Hampton that she completely forgot herself.
This time he avoided looking at her. "You must come over and speak to Maggie," he begged. "Perhaps Mr. Immelan will spare you for a few moments." Immelan bowed, sphinxlike but coldly furious. The two strolled away together. When the next set was over, Naida, who had rejoined her companion, had disappeared. On one of their vacated chairs was seated the quiet-looking stranger in grey.
"Yes. I get over it quickly. Do you find Scott very much changed?" "Well, not as much as you. Do you find Naïda changed?" "Not nearly as much as you." They smiled. The slight embarrassment born of polite indifference brightened into amiable interest, tinctured by curiosity. "Duane, have you been studying painting all these years?" "Yes. What have you been doing all these years?" "Nothing."
The Mecca alike of musical comedy and the Stock Exchange, the place, however, still preserved a curious attraction for the foreign element in London, so that when at last Naida appeared, she was exchanging courtesies with an Italian Duchess on one side and a celebrated Russian dancer on the other. Nigel led her at once to the table which he had selected in the balcony.
He heard the sound of the window being gently opened. Then a voice a voice which held the sweetest music in the world for the man who listened below spoke softly: "Nicol!" "Naida!" he called. "Come down to me. You must. Don't answer. I will wait here." "Promise you will let me return!" He hesitated. "Promise!" "I promise."
"Oh, Lieutenant Brant; can this be truly you! How perfectly awful you look! Do you know if Mr. Hampton is really going to die? I came here just to find out about him, and tell Naida. She is almost frantic, poor thing." Though Brant doubted Miss Spencer's honesty of statement, his reply was direct and unhesitating.
Behind the rhododendrons smiling peace was extending its pinions; Duane had produced a pocketful of jack-stones, and the three children were now seated on the grass, Naïda manipulating the jacks with soiled but deft fingers. Duane was saying to Geraldine: "It's funny that you didn't know you were rich.
He is somewhere over yonder in the Black Range." Miss Spencer shook back her hair with a merry laugh, and clasped her hands. "Why, it is just the most delightful situation I ever heard about. He is just certain to come back after you, Naida. I wouldn't miss being here for anything." They were still sitting there, when the notes of a softly touched guitar stole in through the open window.
The very coming of this man into the field of contest, and his calm assumption of proprietorship and authority, had combined to awaken the slumbering heart of the young officer. From that instant Naida Gillis became to him the one and only woman in all this world. Ay, and he would fight to win her; never confessing defeat until final decision came from her own lips.
Hearing, I shall never know how, that Naida had had a secret interview with me, Fire-Tongue visited upon her the penalty paid seven years ago by my informant in Nagpur, by Sir Charles Abingdon, recently, by God alone knows how many scores hundreds in the history of this damnable group.
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