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By this time Dreux had recovered his power of speech, and yelled in furious voice: "Who is the reptile?" There came a timid rap, the office door opened, and Lecompte Rilleau inserted his head, saying gently: "Me! I! I'm it!" Blake rose so suddenly that his chair upset, whereupon Rilleau, who saw in this abrupt movement a threat, propelled himself fully into view, crying with determination: "Here!
Several men were grouped beneath an open window. They were strangely excited; some were panting as if from violent exertion; a young French Creole, Lecompte Rilleau, was sprawled at full length upon the grassy banquette, either badly injured or entirely out of breath. He raised a listless hand to the newcomer, as if waving him to the attack.
Perhaps you will wish me as much happiness as I wish you both?" "Then you have found your Italian girl?" queried Myra Nell, with flashing eagerness. "Vittoria!" "Vittoria!" Miss Warren shrieked. "Vittoria a countess! So, she's the one who spoiled everything?" "Gee! You'll be a count," said Rilleau.
As Blake stared uncomprehendingly at the speaker he heard rapid footsteps approaching and saw Achille Marigny coming on the wings of the wind. It was he who appeared in the distance as Norvin rounded the corner, and it was plain now that he was well-nigh spent. Rilleau reared himself on one elbow and cried with difficulty: "Welcome, Achille."
Rilleau inquired, blankly. Bernie nodded. "Well, so am I, so are Delevan and Mangny, and the others." "Not this way." Mr. Dreux's alcoholic flush deepened. "He thought she was in danger, so he flew to her side. Mighty unselfish to sacrifice his business and brave the disease. He did it with my consent, y'understand? When he asked me, I said, 'Norvin, my boy, she needs you. So he went.
Crushed, humiliated, he retired to his club, and there it was that Rilleau found him, steeped in melancholy and a very insidious brand of Kentucky Bourbon. When Lecompte accused Blake of breaking the rules of the game, the little bachelor rose resolutely to his sister's defense. "Norvin's got a perfect right to protect her," he lied, "and I honor him for it." "You mean he's engaged to her?"
"She says her beauty is gone," wildly panted Marigny, who had run himself blind and as yet could hear nothing but the drumming in his ears. "Judge for yourself." Cline steadied him against the low iron fence and pointed to the girl's bewitching face embowered in the leafy window above. From where he lay flat on his back, idly flapping his hands, Rilleau complained: "I have a weak heart.
When her half-brother's horrified alarm had been dispelled by the noisy group of rescuers it was replaced by the blackest indignation. He thanked them stiffly and undertook to apologize for his sister, in the midst of which Rilleau, who had now managed to regain his feet, suggested the formation of "The Myra Nell Contagion Club."
Kulm, who had sprinted himself into a jelly-like state of collapse. Rilleau alone maintained his readiness to brave the perils of smallpox, leprosy, or plague at Miss Warren's side, until Bernie informed him that the very idea was shocking, whereupon he dragged himself away with the accusation that all his heart trouble lay at her door. "Oh, you spoiled it all!"
They're just like doctors, you know, they never catch anything. Is that hideous watchman still at his post?" "Yes. Fast asleep, with his mouth open." "I hope a fly crawls in," said the girl, vindictively; then, in an eager whisper: "Couldn't you manage to get past him? We'd have a lovely time here for a week." Rilleau raised his voice in jealous protest. "And leave me sitting on my throne? Never!
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