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Then Radowitz, furious, appeared at his window, his golden hair more halolike than ever in the bright sun. "What are you doing, you idiots?" "Stop that noise, Radowitz!" shouted Falloden. "It annoys us!" "Can't help it. It pleases me," said Radowitz shortly, proceeding to close the window.
Radowitz last night, and I refused to dance with you. Oh, yes, I know I was foolish I daresay I was in a temper too but how you can make that any excuse for your attack on that poor boy how you can make me responsible, if " Her voice failed her. But Falloden saw that he had won some advantage, and he pushed on.
Only he was sorry for you." "You mean he was sorry that I wasn't there sooner with my father?" "I think that was what he felt that there was only a stranger." "I was just in time," said Falloden slowly. "And I wonder whether anything matters, to the dying?" There was a pause, after which he added, with sudden energy "I thought at the inquest he himself looked pretty bad." "Otto Radowitz?"
The garden door had no sooner closed on Falloden than Radowitz threw himself back, and went into a fit of laughter, curious, hollow laughter. Sorell looked at him anxiously. "What's the meaning of that, Otto?" "You'll laugh, when you hear! Falloden and I are going to set up house together, in the cottage on Boar's Hill. He's going to read and I'm to be allowed a piano, and a piano-player.
She will know what to do. She is an old servant. I must stay here." Radowitz rushed away, leaping and running down the steep side of the hill, his white shirt, crossed by the black sling, conspicuous all the way, till he was at last lost to sight in the wood leading to the keeper's cottage. Falloden went back to the dead man. He straightened his father's limbs and closed his eyes.
He replied that his father had been in Parliament for some twelve years, and had been a Tory Whip part of the time. Then he paused, his eyes on the grass, till he raised them to say abruptly: "You heard about it all from Radowitz?" She nodded. "He came here that same night." And then suddenly, in the golden light, he saw her flush vividly.
But meanwhile Radowitz had thrown up the injured window, and crimson with rage he leaned far out and flung half a broken bottle at the group below. All heads ducked, but the ragged missile only just missed Meyrick's curly poll. "Not pretty that! not pretty at all!" said Falloden coolly. "Might really have done some mischief. We'll avenge you, Meyrick. Follow me, you fellows!"
Or was she nearer still at Penfold Rectory, just beyond the moor he was climbing, the old rectory-house where Sorell and Radowitz were staying? He had taken good care to give that side of the hills a wide berth since his return home.
They came rushing back, from various staircases, laden with soda-water bottles. Then Falloden, with two henchmen, placed himself under Radowitz's windows, and summoned the offender in a stentorian voice: "Radowitz! stop that noise!" No answer except that Radowitz in discoursing some "music of the future," and quite unaware of the shout from below, pounded and tormented the piano more than ever.
He stood with his back to the mantelpiece, his handsome pensive face, with its intensely human eyes, bent towards Nora, who was pouring out to him some grievances of the "home-students," to which he was courteously giving a jaded man's attention. When he left the room Radowitz broke out "Isn't he like a god?" Connie opened astonished eyes. "Who?" "My tutor Mr. Sorell.
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