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He commands me to add that he does not send this message officially or as coming from the Court. It is simply that the Count Pagratide wishes to see you and that it is obviously impossible for His Majesty for the Count Pagratide to call on you here." Benton was irritated with himself for his display of temper, and more irritated with Von Ritz for his calm superiority of manner.
The few days of the last week raced by, with all the charm of sky and field that the magic of Indian summer can lavish, and for Benton and Cara, they raced also with the sense of fast-slipping hope and relentlessly marching doom. Outwardly Cara set a pace for vivacious and care-free enjoyment that left Mrs. Porter-Woodleigh, the "semi-professional light-hearted lady," as O'Barreton named her, "to trail along in the ruck." Alone with Benton, there was always the furrow between the brows and the distressed gaze upon the mystery beyond the sky-line, but Pagratide and Von Ritz were vigilant, to the end that their tête-
"There is one very dangerous diplomacy one very difficult to become accustomed to," he commented. "I allude to the American diplomacy of frankness." "The Isis? To think I have never seen your yacht!" mused Cara. "And yet you are allowing me to cross on a steamer." "If she could be put in shape so soon," declared Benton regretfully, glancing from Von Ritz to Pagratide, "I should shanghai Mrs.
"To whom have we the honor of expressing our thanks?" smiled Pagratide. The Osmanli responded with a deprecating gesture of self-effacement. "To one of the least of men," he said. "I am called Abdul Said Bey. I am the humble servant of His Majesty, the Sultan whom Allah preserve."
I see that your eyes resent foreign invasion." Benton raised his brows in simulated astonishment. "Are you still foreign?" he inquired. "I thought perhaps you had taken out your first citizenship papers." "But you?" Pagratide turned to the girl with something of entreaty. "Will you not give me your welcome?" In the distance loomed the tile roofs and tall chimneys of "Idle Times."
Cut off by pressure of the crowd, Pagratide, who was following, some paces back, caught a glimpse of her figure in the door and fought his way to her side, but Benton, having stopped to price a bracelet of antique silver set with turquoises, lost sight of them. The girl had become interested in a quaint, curved dagger thickly studded with semi-precious stones.
"No," she said, "I don't think I shall. My vacation ends to-morrow if you still wish it, but to-night it has not ended. I return with Mr. Benton." Pagratide stiffened painfully, but with supreme self-mastery he forced a smile as though he had asked nothing more than a dance and had found it engaged. "I must submit," he replied in a steady voice. "I even understand.
I happen to work for the other chap, King Louis." As an afterthought he added: "And the other chap thinks that you are, to put it quite civilly, unnecessary." He smoked meditatively, while Karyl, without reply, scowled up into his face. The sense of futility left Pagratide silent. He lay insanely furious like a trapped wolf, able only to glare.
"The chief trouble," he said, "is that altogether too decent brute, Pagratide. I don't like double shadows; they usually stand for confused lights." "Are you jealous of Pagratide?" she laughed. "He pretends to have a similar sentiment for you."
"What kind of man will ask you to keep a promise that your heart repudiates?" he hotly demanded. "He knew that I loved you before you knew it," she answered; "that I would always love you that I would never love him. Besides, he must do it. After all, it's fortunate that he wants to." She tried to laugh. "Is his name Pagratide?"
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