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The anticipation of the ball at Penarvon Castle had kindled very little curiosity in Emilia's bosom. She seemed to herself a machine; "one of the rest;" and looked more to see that she was still coveted by Merthyr's eyes than at the glitter of the humming saloons. A touch of her old gladness made her smile when Captain Gambier unexpectedly appeared and walked across the dancers to sit beside her.
"That is not the reason," she said, raising her full eyes up at him over the unrelinquished hand. "I love the poor Madre; let her come; but I have no heart for her just now. I have seen Wilfrid." She took a tighter hold of his fingers, as fearing he might shrink from her. Merthyr hated mysteries, so he said, "I supposed it must have been so that night of our return from Penarvon?"
He rode into a Welsh town, and engaged a fresh horse for the night. "She won't sing, at all events," thought Wilfrid, to comfort himself, before the memory that she could not, in any case, touched springs of weakness and pitying tenderness. From an eminence to which he walked outside the town, Penarvon was plainly visible with all its lighted windows.
"The person who would welcome the intrusion of a world of vulgar facts into an æsthetically perfect half-hour, deserves well, deserves to be the sort of person he must be. Take the papers away, Groves," he added, as the man stood by, a little embarrassed. "Take them to Lord Penarvon or Mr. Hinckley." The man bowed and withdrew.
The dear Duchess is so difficult and heavy to entertain, but she quite woke up when he began to talk. Lady Penarvon just told me that she thought he was wonderful." "He seems to have the knack of interesting women," Rochester remarked. "And therefore, I suppose," Lady Mary said, "you men will all hate him. Never mind, I have changed my opinion entirely.
She lifted her hands: "Oh! be silent, and let that night die." "I may speak of that night when you drove home from Penarvon Castle, and a robber? You have forgotten him, perhaps! What did he steal? not what he came for, but something dearer to him than anything he possesses. How can I say ? Dear to me? If it were dipped in my heart's blood!
"Is that really true?" she asked. "Oh, I am glad! Lord Penarvon said so, but no one else seemed sure." "There is no need, even for an inquest," Saton continued. "I went to see the doctor this morning, and he told me so. I am very, very sorry," he went on, taking her hand in his, "that such a thing should happen to spoil the memory of these few days. They have been wonderful days, Lois."
Besides, I want him for myself." "You are the most selfish hostess I ever stayed with," Lois declared, turning away with a little pout. "Never mind! I'll make him talk to me after dinner." "Is your friend in the diplomatic service?" Lord Penarvon asked Rochester. "He is a most amusing fellow." "Not at present, at any rate," Rochester answered.
"But his taste," Lois persisted, "is so perfect. I cannot understand his permitting a creature like that to even come near him." Rochester smiled. "One does strange things under compulsion," he remarked. "I see that they have been rolling the putting greens. Shall we go and challenge Penarvon and Mrs. Hinckley to a round at golf?"
"Is it a man or a woman?" Rochester asked. "A man!" was the quick reply. Rochester glanced carelessly around the little circle. "Come," he said, "the women can have their thrill. There is nothing to fear. Penarvon here has all the pluck in the world. Hinckley is a V.C. Captain Vandermere is a soldier, and I will answer for it that he has no nerves. Guerdon and I, I am sure, are safe.
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