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"That," answered Sir John, who prided himself upon knowing every one knowing who they were and who they were not "is young Oscard." "Son of the eccentric Oscard?" "Son of the eccentric Oscard." "And where did he get that brown face?" "He got that in Africa, where he has been shooting. He forms part of some one else's bag at the present moment." "What do you mean?"
Her ladyship is naturally interested in the affair of to-morrow, and has kindly undertaken to keep us up to date in our behaviour. You will come in with me?" Oscard remembered afterwards that he was rather puzzled that there was perhaps in his simple mind the faintest tinge of a suspicion. At the moment, however, there was no time to do anything but follow.
Oscard contented himself with a denying shake of the head. "Of course," he continued, with obvious determination to get it all off his mind, "I know as well as you do that you are the chief of this concern have been chief since we left Msala and I never want to work under a better man."
Oscard has just been telling me," interposed Lady Cantourne conversationally, "that he is thinking of going off to the wilds again." "Then it is very disappointing of him," said Millicent, with a little droop of the eyelids which went home. "It seems to be only the uninteresting people who stay at home and live humdrum lives of enormous duration."
At the same time, however, she encouraged Guy Oscard to come to the house, knowing quite well that he was entirely unaware of the existence of Jack Meredith. "I am," she was in the habit of saying, "a great advocate for allowing young people to manage their affairs themselves.
Oscard had seen a whole village devastated by it, the habitants lying about their own doors, stricken down by a deadly sleep from which they never woke. It is known on the West Coast of Africa, and the cure for it is unknown. "Hold me!" cried Durnovo. "Don't let me sleep!" His head fell forward even as he spoke, and the staring wide-open eyes that could not sleep made a horror of him.
Millicent was listening gravely without interrupting like a man. She had the gift of adapting herself to her environments in a marked degree. "And," he added curtly, "no one knows how much I wanted that three thousand a year." The girl moved uneasily, and glanced towards the conservatory. "He was not an old man," Guy Oscard went on. "He was only forty-nine.
"Nothing. People in books would mount on a very high pinnacle of virtue and cast off Mr. Durnovo and all his works; but it is much more practical to make what use we can of him. That is a worldly-wise, nineteenth-century way of looking at it; we cannot do without him." The contemplativeness of nicotine was upon Guy Oscard. "Umph!" he grunted.
Oscard was sitting in the windowless room without a light, for a light only attracted a myriad of heavy-winged moths. He was seated before the long French window, which, since the sash had gone, had been used as a door. Before him, in the glimmering light of the mystic Southern Cross, the great river crept unctuously, silently to the sea.
But after a fortnight spent in idleness in the neighbouring interior, he could stand the suspense no longer, and came down into the town, to be pounced upon at once by Guy Oscard. As he stood on the beach near to Oscard, watching the embarkation of the men, his feelings were decidedly mixed. There was an immense relief from the anxiety of the last few weeks.
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