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He stood considering. Then with an impatient gesture he seemed to dismiss his thoughts. "I can do nothing," he said, "nothing without being false to my duty and becoming as bad as you have been, O'Moy, and without any of the sentimental justification that existed in your case. I can't allow the matter to be dropped, stifled.
You have disregarded it already, sir." "How so?" "The letter of the law is against sending or receiving a challenge, I think." O'Moy was distracted. "Samoval," he said, drawing himself up, "I will admit that I have been a fool. I will apologise to you for the blow and for the word that accompanied it." "The apology would imply that my statement was a true one and that you recognised it.
"In my wife's name, sir, I should like to thank you. But she shall thank you herself for what you have done for me." "What I have done for you, O'Moy?" Wellington's slight figure stiffened perceptibly, his face and glance were cold and haughty. "You mistake, I think, or else you did not hear. What I have done, I have done solely upon grounds of political expediency.
Lady O'Moy must forgive me if I take French leave, since she is nowhere to be found." The truth was, that her ladyship had purposely gone into hiding, after the fashion of suffering animals that are denied expression of their pain.
I will make sure that the coast is clear." Contiguous to her dressing-room, which overlooked the quadrangle, there was a small alcove which had been converted into a storeroom for the array of trunks and dress boxes that Lady O'Moy had brought from England.
And now O'Moy rose in his place to announce that he had himself a further statement to, make to the court, a statement which he had not conceived necessary until he had heard the prisoner's account of his movements during the half-hour he had spent at Monsanto on the night of the duel.
"No one has seen me come, and no one is likely to see me depart." "You may be sure that no one shall, by God," snapped O'Moy, stung by the sly insolence of the other's assurance. "Shall we get to work, then?" Samoval invited. "If you're set on dying here, I suppose I must be after humouring you, and make the best of it. As soon as you please, then." O'Moy was very fierce.
There was a knock at the door, and Mullins opened it to admit the adjutant's orderly, who came stiffly to attention. "Major Carruthers's compliments, sir," he said to O'Moy, "and his Excellency the Secretary of the Council of Regency wishes to see you very urgently." There was a pause. O'Moy shrugged and spread his hands.
"Indeed no," Samoval agreed. "And I find it hard to credit that it should be so." "Then you forget," said Sylvia, "that these secrets are not Sir Terence's own. They are the secrets of his office." "Perhaps so," said the unabashed Samoval. "But if I were Sir Terence I should desire above all to allay my wife's natural anxiety. For I am sure you must be anxious, dear Lady O'Moy."
"And is it like that?" cried O'Moy, his countenance inflaming again, his mind casting all prudence to the winds. It followed, of course, that without further thought for anything but the satisfaction of his rage Sir Terence became as wax in the hands of Samoval's desires. "Where do you suggest that we meet?" he asked. "There is my place at Bispo. We should be private in the gardens there.
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