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She seemed to want to hear their histories. I told her that most of them were not worth telling." The distinguished journalist leaning on his elbow, his head resting against the knuckles of his left hand, listened with great attention, but gave no sign of that surprise which Renouard, pausing, seemed to expect. "You know something," the latter said brusquely.
"Very quiet. Nobody there. It was much better for the business. I say . . ." Renouard, his hand grasping the back of a chair, stared down at him dumbly. "Phew! That's a stunning girl. . . Why do you want to sit on that chair? It's uncomfortable!" "I wasn't going to sit on it." "Willie kept on gazing at her with tears in his boiled eyes.
"How can you know anything of men who do not count the cost?" he asked in his gentlest tones. "From hearsay a little." "Well, I assure you they are like the others, subject to suffering, victims of spells. . . ." "One of them, at least, speaks very strangely." She dismissed the subject after a short silence. "Mr. Renouard, I had a disappointment this morning.
"Yes," said Renouard in a lifeless voice. "He is dead. His very ghost shall be done with presently." She went on, but he remained standing stock still in the dusk. She had already reached the three palms when she heard behind her a loud peal of laughter, cynical and joyless, such as is heard in smoking-rooms at the end of a scandalous story. It made her feel positively faint for a moment.
Whenever she sat on the verandah, on a chair more specially reserved for her use, Renouard would stroll up and sit on the steps near her, mostly silent, and often not trusting himself to turn his glance on her. And, indeed, the moral poison of falsehood has such a decomposing power that Renouard felt his old personality turn to dead dust.
And then you have been a man of action, and necessarily a believer in success. But I have been looking too long at life not to distrust its surprises. Age! Age! Here I stand before you a man full of doubts and hesitation spe lentus, timidus futuri." He made a sign to Renouard not to interrupt, and in a lowered voice, as if afraid of being overheard, even there, in the solitude of the terrace
The professor stepping into the boat opened his parasol and sat down in the stern-sheets waiting for the ladies. No sound of human voice broke the fresh silence of the morning while they walked the broad path, Miss Moorsom a little in advance of her aunt. When she came abreast of him Renouard raised his head. "Good-bye, Mr.
Was he expelled from some community of spirits?" Renouard essayed to respond in the same tone. The words died on his lips. Was it a man or a woman ghost, the professor inquired. "I don't know." Renouard made an effort to appear at ease. He had, he said, a couple of Tahitian amongst his boys a ghost-ridden race. They had started the scare. They had probably brought their ghost with them.
"Not he . . . and I wish you would get away from it to where one can see your face. I hate talking to a man's back. You stand there like a hermit on a sea-shore growling to yourself. I tell you what it is, Geoffrey, you don't like mankind." "I don't make my living by talking about mankind's affairs," Renouard defended himself. But he came away obediently and sat down in the armchair.
Undoubtedly the very last letter the old butler had posted before his illness, and in answer clearly to one from "Master Arthur" instructing him to address in the future: "Care of Messrs. W. Dunster and Co." Renouard made as if to open the envelope, but paused, and, instead, tore the letter deliberately in two, in four, in eight.
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