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Oscard came forward and shook hands. His manner was not exactly effusive. The truth was that their acquaintanceship in Africa had been of the slightest, dating from some trivial services which Durnovo had been able and very eager to render to the sportsman. "I'm all right, thanks," replied Durnovo. "I only landed at Liverpool yesterday. I'm home on business. I'm buying rifles and stores."
He stooped and gravely shook hands with each one in turn, and, after forcing a like ceremonial upon Guy Oscard, they reluctantly withdrew. "They have not joined us, I suppose?" said Oscard, as he followed his companion into the house. "Not yet. They live in this place. Nestorius, I understand, takes care of his mother, who, in her turn, takes care of this house. He is one and a half."
"The West Coast," she answered vaguely. She wanted time to think to arrange things in her mind. She was afraid of the mention of Jack's name in the presence of this woman of the world. She did not mind Maurice or Guy Oscard but it was different with a woman.
Guy Oscard was seated in the huge, roomy carriage before he had realised what had happened to him. "Your man will look after your traps, I suppose?" said Sir John, hospitably drawing the fur rug from the opposite seat. "Yes," replied Guy, "although he is not my man. He is Jack's man, Joseph." "Ah, of course; excellent servant, too. Jack told me he had left him with you."
"That's what I intend to do; and it shall pay heavily. Then, when I've got the money, I'll know what to do with it. I know where to look, and I do not think that I shall look in vain." Guy Oscard shuffled uneasily in his camp-chair. He had an Englishman's horror of putting into speech those things which we all think, while only Frenchmen and Italians say them.
He spoke quietly, looking straight in front of him; and Joseph, who was drawing a cork at the back of the room, was watching his face. There was a little pause, during which Durnovo drank slowly. Then Guy Oscard spoke again. "If she cooked the dinner," he said, "she knows her business." "Yes," answered Durnovo, "she is a good cook if she is nothing else."
Did you really want that quinine?" There was a practical, common-sense anxiety in the way she asked these questions which made him answer gravely. "All, thanks. We did not really want the quinine, but we can do with it. Oscard is our doctor; he is really very good.
There was a heap of disordered paper and string upon the table, and a few wedding presents standing in the midst of their packing. Millicent's pretty face was quite white. She looked from Meredith to Oscard with a sudden horror in her eyes. For the first time in her life she was at a loss quite taken aback. "Oh-h!" she whispered, and that was all.
Wherever Millicent Chyne went he went also, and to the lady's credit it must be recorded that no one beyond herself and Guy Oscard had hitherto noticed this fact. Millicent was nothing if not discreet. It was more or less generally known that she was engaged to Jack Meredith, who, although absent on some vaguely romantic quest of a fortune, was not yet forgotten.
But Jocelyn knew the world well enough to suspect that, if she were ever brought face to face with her meanness, Millicent would be able to bring about her own forgiveness. It is the knowledge of this lamentable fact that undermines the feminine sense of honour. Lastly, there was a calm acceptance of the fact that Guy Oscard must and would inevitably go to the wall.
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