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Come along around here, won't you?" There was a silence of some moments and then Romayne's voice came quietly across the water. "That you, Gwynne? Rather late to come around, I think. I am off for home. Well, Switzer, that's all, I think, just now. I'll say good-night." There was no reply from Switzer. "You won't come then?" called Larry. "Well, goodnight, both of you."
Upon this, Maurice broke away from his seconds; drew off one of his gloves; and stepping close up to Romayne, struck him on the face with the glove. "Have you no quarrel with me now?" the young Frenchman asked. "Must I spit on you, as my father did?" His seconds dragged him away, and apologized to us for the outbreak. But the mischief was done. Romayne's fiery temper flashed in his eyes.
It is absolutely lovely I could kiss that picture." They were in Romayne's study when this odd outburst of enthusiasm escaped Winterfield. He happened to look toward the writing-table next. Some pages of manuscript, blotted and interlined with corrections, at once attracted his attention. "Is that the forthcoming history?" he asked.
For the rest, she proposed to call on me at the hotel the next morning. She and her mother, it appeared, differed in opinion on the subject of Mr. Romayne's behavior to her; and she wished to see me, in the first instance, unrestrained by Mrs. Eyrecourt's interference. There was little sleep for me that night. I passed most of the time in smoking and walking up and down the room.
No letter has been received. Mrs. Eyrecourt is uneasy. Stella, on the contrary, seems to be relieved. July 10. A letter has arrived from London, addressed to Stella by Romayne's English lawyers. The income which Mrs. Romayne has refused for herself is to be legally settled on her child. Technical particulars follow, which it is needless to repeat here.
The impulse of the moment pointed to the shortest way out of the dreadful position in which she was placed it was to treat him like a stranger. She drank her glass of wine, and took Romayne's arm. "We mustn't keep your friend waiting any longer," she resumed. "Come!" As they crossed the hall, she looked suspiciously toward the house door. Had he taken the opportunity of leaving the villa?
He asked politely if he might be allowed to see the house. There were some fine pictures at Vange, as well as many interesting relics of antiquity; and the rooms were shown, in Romayne's absence, to the very few travelers who were adventurous enough to cross the heathy desert that surrounded the Abbey. On this occasion, the stranger was informed that Mr. Romayne was at home.
Romayne's voice was low and clear and very hard. "Did you mean to call me a liar? Yes or no." "A liar," replied the German, speaking more quietly. "No, it is not a question of veracity. It is a question of historical accuracy." "Oh, very well. That's all." "No, it is not all," exclaimed the German. "My God, that I should have to take insult from you!
Don't ask me how I know it I do know it. You shall have positive proof, as soon as you have recovered. Come! rest a little in the easy-chair." He took Romayne's arm, and led him to the chair, and made him drink some wine. They waited a while. Romayne lifted his head, with a heavy sigh. "The woman whom I have married is the wife of another man."
Romayne's secret sense of irritation may be safely left to develop itself, with time to help it. I changed the conversation to the subject of his literary labors. The present state of his mind is not favorable to work of that exacting kind.
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