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What was he doing here?" "I don't know. But whatever he was doing, can your lordship believe that he would have come here to fight a secret duel?" "It certainly puts a monstrous strain upon belief," said he. "But what can he have been doing here?" "I don't know," she repeated. She wanted to add a warning of O'Moy.
"My God!" he contrived to gasp at last, and his shaking hands clutched at the carved arms of his chair. "Ye don't seem as pleased as I expected," ventured O'Moy. "But, General, surely... surely his Excellency cannot mean to take so... so terrible a step?" "Terrible to whom, sir?" wondered O'Moy. "Terrible to us all." Forjas rose in his agitation.
Could it be expected of the dragoons that they should tamely suffer themselves to be massacred? Thus Lady O'Moy upon the affair of Tavora. The whole thing appeared to her to be rather silly, and she refused seriously to consider that it could have any rave consequences for Dick. His continued absence made her anxious.
"Perhaps you will inform me, Dom Miguel, of the uncharitable assumption which the Principal Souza prefers," snapped O'Moy, whose temper began to simmer. A faint colour kindled in the cheeks of the Portuguese minister, but is manner remained unruffled.
Instinctively she felt that under this troubled surface some evil thing was stirring, that the issues perhaps were not quite as simple as she had deemed them. There was a pause. O'Moy, with his back to the window now, his hands still clasped behind him, looked mockingly at Tremayne and waited. "Why don't you answer her?" he said at last. "You were confidential enough when I came in.
Forjas, the diplomat, preserved an uncompromising silence, in which presently O'Moy proceeded: "From this, and from other evidence, of which indeed there is no lack, Lord Wellington has come to the conclusion that all the resistance, passive and active, which he has encountered, results from the Principal Souza's influence upon the Council. You will not, I think, trouble to deny it, sir."
I had no choice in the matter, and it was not to favour you, or out of disregard for my duty, as you seem to imagine, that I acted as I did." O'Moy bowed his head, crushed under that rebuff. He clasped and unclasped his hands a moment in his desperate anguish. "I understand," he muttered in a broken voice, "I I beg your pardon, sir."
At last he saw light; he understood, and, understanding, there entered his heart a great compassion for O'Moy, a conception that he must have suffered all the agonies of the damned in these last few days. "My God, you don't believe that I " "Do you deny it?" "The imputation? Utterly."
Then he smiled very affably. "But you must not say that, Sir Terence. I assure you that the pleasure of seeing yourself and Lady O'Moy cannot be spoken of as nothing." "You are very good." Sir Terence was the very quintessence of courtliness, of concern for the other. "But if there were not that pleasure?" "Then, of course, it would be different." Samoval was beginning to be slightly intrigued.
Thither the captain bent his steps, looking neither to right nor left in his singleness of purpose. Thus it happened that he saw neither O'Moy, who had just arrived, nor the massive, decorated bulk of Marshal Beresford, with whom the adjutant stood in conversation on the skirts of the throng that so assiduously worshipped at her ladyship's shrine.
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