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Updated: June 10, 2025
Not that Quita had yet achieved anything so remarkable. But her feeling for Richardson, founded upon gratitude and built up by sympathy, was a real thing; and being singularly free from the taint of baser clay, she frankly acknowledged the fact, not only to herself but, on more than one occasion, to her husband, thinking to please him by her appreciation of his friend.
Once or twice she flung him a question or a remark, as if compelling him to be aware of her existence. He answered her with grave politeness, and an occasional direct look, before which her eyes fell, as if dazzled by a helio-flash from the man's inner fire. All these things Honor Desmond noted; and, by the searchlight of her womanhood, discerned more than Quita herself had yet realised.
For one ignoble instant, he was tempted to break through every restraining consideration and lash her with the truth. The fact that he did not answer her at once puzzled Quita. "Do you understand now, mon ami?" she asked, coming a step closer. "I was absorbed in an interesting subject. It is over voil
Only . . . we have still a good deal to learn about one another, Eldred, although we are man and wife. You confess to an amazing ignorance of women; while my own varied experience of men has lain chiefly among 'the sayers of words'; and one can hardly class you under that heading!" "Good Lord, no! I should hope not." Quita threw up her head and laughed outright.
Quita, who was washing out her brushes, looked round quickly. "I'm sorry to leave you alone in a bad mood, Michael; but I mean to go, whatever the weather chooses to say about it." "Parbleu! But what has come to you, Quita? You are infatuated with that granite-natured Scotchman!" "And if I am . . . I have every right to be."
And she, feeling the tremor that ran through him as he kissed the blue-veined hollow of her temple, the only space available exulted in the belief that love had triumphed over bloodless scruples once and for all. "Quita," he whispered at length, "what possessed you to face that nightmare of a journey alone?" "You possessed me." She made no attempt to lift her head.
"I don't feel quite so certain as I did last night." "Ni moi non plus. Which makes the situation just twice as interesting. For all the Button Quail's beak and claws, I fancy I shall see more of my Undine yet!" With a chuckle of satisfaction, he fell to re-reading Elsie's note: and Quita, immersed in her own affairs, promptly forgot them both.
Little Mrs Peters disappeared behind a very crumpled handkerchief while trying to express her feelings; and the Chicken blew his nose vigorously when Quita announced that Honor would soon be allowed into the drawing-room for tea. She was getting used to her new name now.
Now I suppose he will not rest till he has taken you from me again." The frank selfishness of the man's first thought was so characteristic that Quita smiled. But her smile had an edge to it. "Set your mind at rest on that point," she said. "He is no more anxious to claim his property, than I am to be claimed." "Curse him! Did he dare to tell you so?"
In the language of the East, "it was written" that she should not get down the hill that night; and before they reached the Mall, Quita was compelled to own herself beaten. A jerk, a crash, followed by darkness, and a thud that brought her half-overturned dandy into violent contact with the ground, fairly settled the matter.
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