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"If I need you, I promise that I will call," Victoria said. And though she answered Caird, she looked at Stephen Knight. Then they left her; and Stephen became rather thoughtful. But he tried not to let Nevill see his preoccupation.
The effect which his argument had on his companion was shown by the swift changes that passed over her face; she interrupted him frequently, asking questions and making comments. At the end the woman rustled her silken skirts disdainfully, and rose to her feet. "Why do you suggest this, Victor?" she demanded. "Where do you come in?" Nevill seemed slightly disconcerted.
Behind those billowing dunes that surged away toward the horizon, north, south, east, and west, there was hiding-place for an army. As he came down from the last of the four towers, his friend sauntered out from his bedroom. "I hope the missing Abdallah's turned up, and dinner's ready," said Nevill gaily. Then Stephen told him what had happened, and Nevill's cheerful face settled into gravity.
Victoria laughed at superstitions, but he was not sure that he could laugh, in this barbaric land where it seemed that anything might happen. Nevill had not sent word to Josette Soubise that he was coming to see her. He wished to make the experiment of a surprise, although he insisted that Stephen should be with him.
Not a mosque in town, or outside the gates, did they leave unvisited, lest, as Nevill said, Josette Soubise should ask embarrassing questions; and the last hour of probation they gave to the old town.
But the large grey eyes, somewhat pale in contrast with deep sunburn, were the eyes of a poet rather than those of a born soldier. "I must introduce you and Captain Sabine to each other," Nevill went on, in French, as Stephen got off his horse and it was led away by the Arab. "He's staying at the hotel. He and I've been talking about the Zaouïa and the marabout.
She dipped her pen into the ink once more, and wrote: "Dear Sir John, You have done me a great honour in asking me to be your wife. I am fully sensible of your affection, and am very grateful for it. I fear you think too highly of me; but I will endeavour to prove myself worthy of your good opinion, and to make you as good a wife as you deserve. "Yours, "Vera Nevill."
I said I'd pay all the expenses. In fact, the more they could make it cost the better I'd be pleased. "What," roared Nevill, "put myself in the hands of a young fool so that he may fill his empty pockets with your money! Where do I come in? Good heavens, Westoby, you're crazy! Think what would happen to me if it came to Doctor Saltworthy's ears? He'd never have anything more to do with me!"
Miss Nevill went into the house, having utterly forgotten that she had sprained her wrist; a fact which proves indisputably, I suppose, that the injury could not have been of a very serious nature. That practised falsehood under saintly show, Deep malice to conceal, couched with revenge. Milton, "Paradise Lost." Old Lady Kynaston arrived at Shadonake in the worst possible temper.
Miss Blanche Nevill will vanish into thin air, and hurrah! for Blanche Grey, who will be herself."
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