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Updated: June 15, 2025
And you are quite welcome to take your gun and end it here and now if you feel so disposed. For I warn you, Nap Errol, that you'll find me considerably more in your way than Sir Giles Carfax or any other man. I stand between you already, and while I live you won't shunt me." Nap's lips showed their scoffing smile. "Unfortunately or otherwise you are out of the reckoning," he said.
Again the skeleton hand of the man on the bed sought and pressed his. "Old chap, I'm real glad," the tired voice drawled. "You've found yourself at last. I always felt you would sooner or later." Nap's lips twitched a little. "Don't be too sure of that. Anyway it doesn't follow that I shall sit at home and practise the domestic virtues. I've got to wander a bit first and find my own level."
Very distinct and steady came her reply. "I only despise you now." "What?" he said. "I despise you," she repeated slowly, "knowing what you might be, and knowing what you are." The words passed out in silence a silence so tense that it seemed as if the world itself had stopped. Through it after many seconds came Nap's voice, so softly that it scarcely seemed to break it.
Yet he knew without turning that someone had entered, and he betrayed no surprise when Nap's hand suddenly whisked the glass from his hold and held it to the panting lips. The first words Lucas uttered when utterance became possible to him were, "No morphia!" Nap was deftly drawing away the pillows to ease his position. "All right, old fellow," he made answer.
He made no effort to rise when Anne came on to the terrace, but he gave her so vivid a smile of welcome that she scarcely noted the omission. It was their first meeting since Nap's departure, for Lucas had been confined to his bed for days. But that smile of his banished any sense of embarrassment from her mind. He was so candidly, so unaffectedly, pleased to see her.
He continued to stand in the middle of the room and glare at the visitor till Anne quietly bridged the gulf. "This is Mr. Nap Errol, Giles. Mr. Errol my husband." She made the introduction without a tremor, but she kept her eyes downcast as if she did not wish to see them meet. Perhaps she divined that a gleam of supercilious humour flickered in Nap's eyes as he made easy response.
I was just sinking into a sweet sleep when I heard Nathaniel's voice bidding some one good-night, and in another moment I could hear firm quick footsteps down the gravel walk, followed by Nap's joyous bark. Mr. Hamilton had been in the house all the time I had been amusing myself. I do not know why the idea annoyed me so. 'How I wish he would keep away sometimes! I thought fretfully.
His voice was thick, the words somewhat difficult to distinguish. Nap's smile was unmistakably sardonic. "Many times," he said. "You nearly rode over me on the last occasion. Doubtless the episode has escaped your memory, but it made a more lasting impression upon mine." Sir Giles glared offensively, as if he deemed himself insulted. "I remember," he said. "Your animal came down with you.
The President's guards were certainly fine men, and a squadron of dismounted cavalry, in splendid blue uniforms, with scarlet trowsers richly laced, might have vied with the elite of Nap's own, barring the black faces. But the materiel of the other regiments was not superfine, as M. Boyer, before whom they were defiling, might have said.
"I must telegraph at once to Dimsdale and tell him not to expect me." Nap's glance fell away from her. He said nothing whatever. "Thank the gods, we are the only guests!" said Nap that evening, as they sat down to dine at the table at which they had lunched. The glare of a lurid sunset streamed across the sky and earth. There was a waiting stillness upon all things.
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