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Rance's having been literally beheld of them; and it was now for them, positively, as if their handful of flowers since Mrs. Rance was a handful! had been but the vehicle of a dangerous snake. Mr. Verver fairly felt in the air the Miss Lutches' imputation in the intensity of which, really, his own propriety might have been involved.
If you can't save your own soul " She stopped and quickly went over to the mantel where she took down a bottle of whisky and a glass; but in the act of pouring out a drink for him there came a loud rap on the window, and quickly looking round she saw Rance's piercing eyes peering into the room.
The rain, which had begun to come down strongly towards nine o'clock, had now ceased. My friend had told me that, probably, nothing would occur before midnight or one o'clock in the morning. It was not more than half-past eleven, however, when I heard the door of Arthur Rance's room open very slowly. The door remained open for a minute, which seemed to me a long time.
Rance's conspiring against him, at Fawns, with the billiard-room and the Sunday morning, on the occasion round which we have perhaps drawn our circle too wide. Mrs.
Arthur Rance's appearance at the chateau, and his past in America, about which they expressed a desire to know more, at any rate, so far as his relations with the Stangersons. At one time, Larsan, who appeared to me to be unwell, said, with an effort: "I think, Monsieur Rouletabille, that we've not much more to do at the Glandier, and that we sha'n't sleep here many more nights."
A shade almost of contempt was in the Girl's question. Sonora breathed on his badly nipped fingers before answering: "Well, two greasers jest now were pretty positive before they quit." Instantly the Girl's head went up in the air. "Greasers!" she ejaculated scornfully, while her eyes unfalteringly met Rance's steady gaze. "But the woman knew him," was the Sheriff's vindictive thrust.
Without a word the Girl took down a bottle and poured it out for him while he stood quietly looking on, grinning from ear to ear. For Rance's weakness was known to him as it was to every other man in Manzaneta County, and he believed that the Sheriff had taken advantage of his absence to press his hopeless suit. "Here you be!" sang out the Girl, and passed the glass over to him.
There he learned of Rance's act of devotion and the reward he thought himself entitled to for it. A rumour of his marriage with Mademoiselle Stangerson had once found its way into the drawing-rooms of Philadelphia. He also learned of Rance's continued attentions to her and his importunities for her hand. He had taken to drink, he had said, to drown his grief at his unrequited love.
It was Rance's turn to interrupt, which he did brutally. "He'd better keep out of my country, that's all." "Yes, yes." To the Girl, any reference to her lover was a stab.
"Anyway," said Reginald, "everybody will blame it on Rance Belmont if he is killed and see here, here's the jolly part of it. I'll leave Rance's gun right beside him. That'll fix the guilt on Rance!" "Well, we won't go home; we'll go back and stay in the shootin'-house at the Slough, and then we can prove we weren't home at all, and there'll be no tracks by mornin', anyway."
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