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"Breakfast was on the table when I came through," added Rokeby. "Was it?" replied Osborn absently. Rokeby took his friend's arm, piloted him with patient firmness into the sitting-room, and pulled out a chair. Osborn ate and drank spasmodically.
The servant brought rest and charm into that flat; and George went half-daily to a near-by school, taking himself to and fro with the utmost manfulness. Marie paid at last those longed-for visits to the dentist. Marie was having the first dinner-party for which she had not to cook herself, and the party consisted of Julia and Desmond Rokeby.
A little beyond Alice Rokeby, where her eyes could follow his gestures, John Benham was talking in his pleasant subdued voice to Patty Vetch, who looked, in her frock of scarlet tulle, as if she had just alighted from the chorus of a musical comedy. Her boyish dark head was bent over a fan of scarlet feathers, a toy which appeared ridiculously large beside her small figure.
Every one, except Corinna, who had been abroad at the time, knew of the old affair between Alice Rokeby and John Benham; and every one who knew of it had thought that they would be married as soon as she got her divorce.
But tell me all the doctor said, angel, and just what we're to do and everything." "We don't do anything till next September." "Is it to be next September?" "Yes," said Marie, trembling a little. Osborn had to tell Desmond Rokeby; he simply couldn't help it. They met at a quick lunch counter, an unusual meeting, for Rokeby lunched almost invariably at his club.
He opened the door, she passed in, and he directed, "Piccadilly; and I'll tell you just where, presently." He followed Julia in, and they were away, over suburban roads darker than the streets of the West. Rokeby felt a certain triumph in capturing Julia.
"I hope you and Osborn will have another honeymoon like ours is going to be," Rokeby cried as they hurried through the hall. She shook her head, vaguely smiling, but her lips would frame nothing. She was glad to shut the door upon their happiness. It seemed as if everything young and fierce in her were pulling at her heart. How she wanted it again, that amazing rapture and discovery!
She surmised that Alice Rokeby had come to her because she was in trouble; and it was not in Corinna's nature to refuse to hear or to help any one who appealed to her. Alice threw back her lace veil as if she were stifled by the transparent mesh. "In the shop there are so many interruptions," she answered.
Rokeby being absent one night in 1883, the noises broke out, "banging, thumping, the whole place shaking". The library was the centre of these exercises, and the dog, a fine collie, was shut up in the library. Mrs. Rokeby left her room for her daughter's, while the dog whined in terror, and the noises increased in violence.
"You will, sooner or later," said Rokeby, "and you will marry me. I'll never leave you till you've done it, and then then I'll never leave you, either, Julia." He advanced upon her, a sudden whirlwind, before whom she cringed back with a helpless sense she had never known before.
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