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Before he had left Marduk, Admiral Shefter had ordered a ship to Gimli to check on the Honest Horris; a few men and a pinnace would be left behind to contact any ship from Tanith. He sent Boake Valkanhayn off in the Space Scourge. Lionel of Newhaven's Blue Comet came in from Gram with a cargo of general merchandise.
She subsided on to a sofa beside another woman, vaguely suspecting trouble in the air. He felt thankful that Rachel had already gone. Dick, nearly the last, was putting on his coat, arranging to meet Lord Newhaven the following morning at his club. They had been in Australia together, and were evidently old friends. Lord Newhaven's listless manner returned as Dick marched out.
Lady Newhaven's self-possession had returned sufficiently for her to take up her fur cloak. "Thank you," she said, letting Captain Pratt help her on with it. "I shall be glad to make use of your hansom, if you are sure you can spare it. I am shocked at having taken possession of your rooms," turning to Hugh; "I will write to Georgie Streatham to-night.
It's a horrible shame!" "Oh, well, he has great recuperative power," said I. "She'd better be careful, though. It's a very dangerous game. How do you suppose Lord Newhaven likes it?" Accident gave me that very day a hint how little Lord Newhaven liked it, and a glimpse of the risk Miss Trix was running. Entering the library suddenly, I heard Newhaven's voice raised above his ordinary tones.
Rachel had left London precipitately after she had been the unwilling confidante of Lady Newhaven's secret, and had taken refuge with that friend of all perplexed souls, the Bishop of Southminster. She felt unable to meet Hugh again without an interval of breathing-time.
Rachel left Westhope Abbey the day after Lord Newhaven's funeral, and returned to London. And the day after that Hugh came to see her, and proposed, and was accepted. He had gone over in his mind a hundred times all that he should say to her on that occasion.
The war was thus, by happy audacity, carried into Newhaven's own quarters. "My fault!" he exclaimed. "My fault that you walk all day with that curate!" Then Miss Trix and let no irrelevant considerations mar the appreciation of line acting dropped her eyes and murmured softly, "I I was so terribly afraid of seeming to expect you."
It all came back, the boat, Crack's dying gasps, the agonized struggle, the strait gate of death, the difficult passage through it, the calm beyond. He had almost got through, and had been dragged back. "Why did you interfere?" he said, in sudden passion, his eyes flaming in his white face. A dull color rose to Lord Newhaven's cheek. "I thought it was an accident," he said.
Would she ever be able to greet him without this tumult of emotion, ever be able to take his hand without turning giddy on the sheer verge of bliss? The servant announced, "Lady Newhaven." The two women stood looking at each other. Rachel saw the marks of suffering on the white face, and her own became as white. Her eyes fell guiltily before Lady Newhaven's. "Forgive me," she said.
"Which drew the short lighter?" she gasped, her small upturned face white and convulsed. "You will know in five months' time," he said. Then he extricated himself from her trembling clasp and left the room, closing the door quietly behind him. For the sin ye do by two and two ye must pay for one by one! When Hugh awoke the morning after Lady Newhaven's party the day was already far advanced.
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