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The explanation came later, when other matters were occupying her and when Paliser, headlined in the papers, was dead. Meanwhile the train had landed her in the Grand Central and she decided to go to Lennox first. Now as she sat in his sitting-room where, for all she knew, she might have to sit for hours, it comforted her to think that she had so decided.
In her was a bouquet which the vineyard of youth and beauty alone produces. He had hankered for it. Now, like the decanter, it was before him. He could drink his fill. Then like the other wine, he could send it away. The elder Paliser, seated in the hall of his town house, held a cup. In the chair, a doge had throned. On the bottom of the cup was an N topped by a crown. The cup contained hot milk.
The hallucination, if it be one, and which, given certain crises of the emotions, is common enough, vanished abruptly as it had come. But two seconds had gone since Paliser entered the room, yet, in those seconds, both recognised that eternity had begun between them.
"In getting what we do not deserve." There was nothing in that to offend. But the man's eyes, of which already she had been conscious, did offend. They seemed to disrobe her. Annoyedly she turned. Paliser turned with her. "Verdi's bric-
"Out with it." Jones looked at him, looked away, adjusted his neckcloth, vacated the door, crossed the room and sat down. He did not know to what saint to vow himself. But realising that it was all very useless, that everything is, except such solicitude as one pilgrim may show to another, and that, anyway, Lennox would soon hear it, he gave it to him. "She is engaged to Paliser."
"Yet you married Montagu Paliser, Jr., did you not?" "Not at all. That is I thought I did, but the man who performed the ceremony was a gardener." "Dear me! Is it possible! And where was this?" What is it to you? thought Cassy. "At Paliser Place, if you must know." "And when did it occur?" "Really, Mr.
He went absently, his mind not on her story, which was old as the Palisades, but on a situation, entirely new, which it had suggested. "Nice girl," he remarked as he re-entered the workshop. "Suppose we go and have dinner." Sombrely Lennox looked up. At the table where he sat, he had been fingering some papers. He threw them down. "I am going to have a word with Paliser."
Now, in view of the lie that she thought was truth, how could she? It would be tantamount to acknowledging she was for sale but that he hadn't the price. Red already, at the potential shame of that she got redder. Paliser, who saw everything, saw the heightening flush, knew what it meant, knew that he was landing her, but knew, too, that he must bear the honours modestly.
The abomination changed into deliciousness. There are fairy-tales that are real. For all she knew, Paliser might change into Prince Charming and certainly he looked it. He had been saying something, what she did not hear.
At the possibility of any such conversation and of such language! she flushed afresh and again called herself a fool. There could be no such conversation. Paliser would never question. He was too indifferent The consciousness comforted, precisely as, a moment before, the picture of herself shovelling gold had moved her to tears.
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