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Guy Oscard led the way to the smoking-room at the back of the house the room wherein the eccentric Oscard had written his great history the room in which Victor Durnovo had first suggested the Simiacine scheme to the historian's son. The two survivors of the originating trio passed into this room together, and closed the door behind them.
She nodded encouragingly. "Go on," she said. "Tell me!" "Cheddar cheese," he said parenthetically, with an appreciative sniff. "Hav'n't seen a bit o' that for a long time! Well, then, up comes Mr. Oscard as cool as a cowcumber, and Mr. Meredith he gives a sort of little laugh and says, 'Open that gate. Quite quiet, yer know. No high falutin' and potry and that.
She rose from her chair as if to join her aunt and the horticultural old gentleman. "You must not say that," she said, in little more than a whisper, and without looking round she went towards Lady Cantourne. Her eyes were gleaming with a singular suppressed excitement, such as one sees in the eyes of a man fresh from a mad run across country. Guy Oscard rose also, and followed more deliberately.
In the meantime Miss Millicent Chyne was walking on the sea-wall at the end of the garden with Guy Oscard. One of the necessary acquirements of a modern educational outfit is the power of looking perfectly at home in a score of different costumes during the year, and, needless to say, Miss Chyne was finished in this art.
If they get anything better anything more important it is better to skedaddle until it has run through and been swept away by a flow of social garbage." Guy Oscard grunted with his pipe between his teeth, after the manner of the stoic American-Indian a grunt that seemed to say, "My pale-faced brother has spoken well; he expresses my feelings."
The temporary nurse was sitting in a cretonne-covered armchair, with a book of travel on his knee, and thoughts of Millicent Chyne in his mind. The astute have no doubt discovered ere this that the mind of Mr. Guy Oscard was a piece of mental mechanism more noticeable for solidity of structure than brilliancy or rapidity of execution.
Oscard went up and rescued him. My brother heard yesterday that the relief had been effected." Millicent smiled again in her light-hearted way. "That is all right," she said. "What a good thing we did not know! Just think, auntie dear, what a lot of anxiety we have been spared!" "In the height of the season, too!" said Jocelyn. "Ye es," replied Millicent, rather doubtfully.
She had almost forgotten Guy Oscard's letter. Across a hemisphere Jack Meredith was a stronger influence in her life than Oscard. While she sat on the terrace and flirted with the baron she reflected hurriedly over the situation. She was, she argued to herself, not in any way engaged to Guy Oscard.
Of course, this could be nothing but a flirtation of the lightest and most evanescent description. She was engaged to Jack Meredith poor Jack, who was working for her, ever so hard, somewhere near the Equator and if Guy Oscard did not know this he had only himself to blame. There were plenty of people ready to tell him. He had only to ask.
One morning, three months later, Guy Oscard drew up in line his flying column. He was going back to England with the first consignment of Simiacine. During the twelve weeks that lay behind there had been constant reference made to his little body of picked men, and the leader had selected with a grave deliberation that promised well.
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