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He mixed water with the spirit and gave her a liberal dose that soon helped her to look less ghastly. She lay back feeling almost comfortable, wishing Emile would see fit to depart, but Count Poleski returned again to the subject of her misbehaviour. Like most men he was not at his best in the early morning, and the night's vigil had not improved his temper.
"What are you doing here, Poleski? This is the girl's business. I thought she was keen on her horses." "She is also keen on her bed," Emile answered. "She does her share of work." The Manager grumbled, but the new arrangement was allowed to stand. Arithelli did not consort with the other female members of the Hippodrome.
"You are risking a great deal for her. Poleski has told me something of your circumstances, and it appears that if you do not get some appointment very soon, you will starve." Vardri straightened himself, throwing back his head with a characteristic gesture. He looked the older man in the eyes, his own alight and eloquent under finely drawn brows. "That's as it may be! I'll take my chance of work.
I dare say you think you're very good-looking and all that, but it doesn't make any difference to me. You're here, and I'm here, so we may as well be here together." "I'm so sorry," Arithelli replied, "but I'm always so stupid and sleepy in the mornings. Do you mind saying it all over again?" And very much to his own surprise Emile Poleski repeated his remarks.
If his associates could have seen the cynical Emile Poleski of ordinary life they would have found reason to marvel! The gesture of uncontrollable horror told him that she understood only too well. What should the upholders of the Cause care for ties, for friendships, for pity? If she were recaptured Emile would be her executioner.
Though he could not hear the words, the broken sentences gave an impression of breathlessness. When she stopped speaking he heard the voice of the proprietor raised in an emphatic stage-whisper. Yes, Monsieur Poleski was within. Mademoiselle was fortunately in time to find him. If Mademoiselle would give herself the trouble to wait but for one moment .
Scarcely ever did she see her little friend now, and whose fault was that? Would Monsieur Poleski answer her? As Monsieur Poleski did nothing of the kind, she continued to rage. All men were brutes! Yes, all! She had no friends now and if she did console herself what would he have? Emile decided that she was speaking the truth, and that there was no use wasting time in making other enquiries.
Poleski must have been quite mad when he suggested introducing her to the Brotherhood, and he himself deserved even more blame for having as much as listened to the suggestion. A girl of that age, picked up from nowhere, and like the rest of her sex a mass of lies and vanity. He held the lantern above his head, and peered round.
"Lift her higher, man," he adjured Emile. "There's only one pillow? Then use this." He rolled up his coat, and put it behind her head. "We've done all we can now, and must just wait till this begins to draw. It will make her uncomfortable, and we must watch that she doesn't pull it off. Give me a cigarette if ye have one, Poleski. 'Tis hot work this."
Señor Poleski had not told her to stay in the room all the time he was away, and she could easily be back again before he came in. Michael was the first to appear, almost aggressively sober, and carrying a small wooden box.
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