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"Hum!" said he, at length and returned to the red-room, and to his chair. It was quite possible that Mrs. Clephane would be back in a moment yet somehow he doubted. He waited for a quarter of an hour, and she did not come. He made another tour of Peacock Alley, the lobby, the dining-rooms, and back to the red-room. Nothing! He looked at his watch it was half-after-seven o'clock.
"I don't understand but I'll do as you direct," she murmured. "I want to present you to Mrs. Spencer the woman whom, you will recall, I asked you in the red-room if you recognized. Be careful, she is of the enemy and particularly dangerous." "Everyone seems to be dangerous except myself," she replied. "I'm an imbecile, or a child in arms." "I'm not dangerous to you," he answered.
In the course of the tale I had mentioned Mr. Lloyd as having come to see me after the fit: for I never forgot the, to me, frightful episode of the red-room: in detailing which, my excitement was sure, in some degree, to break bounds; for nothing could soften in my recollection the spasm of agony which clutched my heart when Mrs.
And she knew it, too. One sight of Mrs. Clephane with him and she realized that he was lost to her: Mrs. Clephane had all her outward grace and beauty, but not her past. Her woman's intuition had told her in the red-room of the Chateau; she knew absolutely when she saw his greeting to Mrs. Clephane in the corridor after her escape.
The Major was called out suddenly or he would have telephoned you, himself!" "I'll be on hand," Harleston replied, hung up the receiver, and hurried back. As he entered the red-room, he shot a covert glance toward the place where Mrs. Spencer and her companion had been sitting. They were gone! "Yes! Yes!" said he under his breath, and turned toward the corner where he had left Mrs. Clephane. Mrs.
How dare I? Because it is the truth. You think I have no feelings, and that I can do without one bit of love or kindness; but I cannot live so: and you have no pity. I shall remember how you thrust me back roughly and violently thrust me back into the red-room, and locked me up there, to my dying day; though I was in agony; though I cried out, while suffocating with distress, 'Have mercy!
"Poor things," exclaimed the farmer's wife; "come, I must help you to some dry things, such as they are: and you must stay here to-night; it is not fit for you to go home, indeed it is not," she added, as Mrs Franklin prepared to decline. "I'll make you as comfortable as ever I can. Jane, go and put a fire in the Red-room."
Her maid answered with the information that Mrs. Clephane had been out since five o'clock and had not yet returned. Harleston thanked her, hung up the receiver, and turned to Banks. "I have reason to believe that Mrs. Clephane, who is a guest of the hotel, has disappeared. I was talking to her in the red-room at about 6:30, when I was called to the telephone.
"You fell sick, I suppose, in the red-room with crying; you'll be better soon, no doubt." Bessie went into the housemaid's apartment, which was near. I heard her say "Sarah, come and sleep with me in the nursery; I daren't for my life be alone with that poor child to-night: she might die; it's such a strange thing she should have that fit: I wonder if she saw anything. Missis was rather too hard."
"Come along," she answered. "I've found a secluded nook in the big red-room downstairs. It's cozy and nice, and I've had the maid reserve it for me. Afterwards," with a sharp stab of her brown eyes, "I'll decide whether I'll dine with you." The place was as she had said, cozy and nice and secluded; and he put her into it where the subdued light would fall on her face.
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