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"You insult the man's sister," Asgill persisted coolly, "and because he treats you like the tipsy creature you are, you'd kill him like a dog." Payton turned white. "And you, too," he said, "if you say another word! What in Heaven's name is amiss with you, man, this morning? Are you mad?" "I'll not hear the word 'coward' used of the family I'll soon be one of!"
"It's folly entirely, you should be telling her!" James McMurrough replied, curtly and roughly. Intercourse with Payton had not left him in the best of tempers. "To-morrow at sunset, and not an hour earlier, he'll be visited. And then it'll be you, Flavvy, that'll speak to him! What more is it you're wanting?" "I speak to him?" she cried. "I couldn't!"
Asgill returned, speaking on the spur of the moment, and wondering at himself the moment he had made the statement. "That's what I'm meaning! Do you see? And if you are for repeating the word, more by token, it'll be all the breakfast you'll have, for I'll cram it down your ugly throat!" Payton stared dumbfounded, divided between rage and astonishment.
Colonel John, a little breathed, and perhaps a little chagrined also, dropped his point. Some one coughed, and another tittered. "I think he will need another lesson or two," Payton remarked, speaking ostensibly to one of his companions, but loudly enough for all to hear. The man whom he addressed made an inaudible answer. The Colonel turned towards them.
"I know that you are a better fencer and a better shot than I am," Marsh replied, shrugging his shoulders, "and I daresay than any of us. We are apt to believe it, anyway. But " "I would advise you to let that be enough," Payton sneered. It was then that the Colonel, who had stood silent during the altercation of which he was the subject, spoke and in a tone somewhat altered.
They were staring at a third, who, seated nonchalantly upon the horse-block, slapped his boot with his riding switch, and made as poor a show of hiding his amusement as they of masking their disgust. The man who slapped his leg and shaped his lips to a silent whistle, was Major Payton of the th.
Unfortunately Payton misread her silence and took her movement for a show of feigned modesty. With a movement as quick as hers, he grasped her roughly, dragged her towards him and kissed her. She screamed then in sheer rage screamed with such passion and such unmistakable earnestness that Payton let her go and stepped back with an oath.
William Henshaw, coming unobserved upon one such group, paused a moment to smile at the various more or less disconnected comments. "What a lovely blue!" "Marvellous color sense!" "Now those shadows are " "He gets his high lights so " "I declare, she looks just like Blanche Payton!" "Every line there is full of meaning." "I suppose it's very fine, but " "Now, I say, Henshaw is "
They looked to him to clear up the situation and put the interloper in his right place. At any rate, the burden was now lifted from their shoulders. "I'm fearing I'm late," Asgill said, as he took his seat. "Where'll The McMurrough be, I wonder?" "Gone to meet your friend, I should think," Payton replied with a sneer. Asgill maintained a steady face. "My friend?" he repeated.
Asgill replied, almost roughly. "He is coming, and he must not find us together." She fled swiftly, but the garden gate had barely closed on her skirts before Payton issued from the courtyard. The Englishman paused an instant in the gateway, his sword under his arm and a handkerchief in his hand.
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