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The girl answered, with piteous eagerness: "Oh, would you like it? Do take it. Count Rosek gave it me." She started away from the door. "Oh, that's papa. He'll be coming in!" Gyp heard a man clear his throat, and the rattle of an umbrella falling into a stand; the sight of the girl wilting and shrinking against the sideboard steadied her. Then the door opened, and Mr. Wagge entered.
I ran for cook and we got him up to bed, and not knowing where you'd be, ma'am, I telephoned to Count Rosek, and he came I hope I didn't do wrong and he sent me down to see you. The doctor says his brain's on the touch and go, and he keeps askin' for you, ma'am. So I didn't know what to do." Gyp, pale to the lips, said: "Wait here a minute, Ellen," and went into the dining-room. Winton followed.
And, somehow, he was afraid. And when he was afraid like most people he was at his worst. If she had been like all the other women in whose company he had eaten passion-fruit, he would not have felt this carking humiliation. If she had been like them, at the pace he had been going since he obtained possession of her, he would already have "finished," as Rosek had said.
"How much does he owe altogether?" "About thirteen hundred pounds. It isn't much, of course. But there is something else " "Worse?" Rosek nodded. "I am afraid to tell you; you will think again perhaps that I am trying to make capital out of it. I can read your thoughts, you see. I cannot afford that you should think that, this time." Gyp made a little movement as though putting away his words.
Women such as Gyp cannot actively dislike those who admire them greatly. She consulted him about Fiorsen's debts. There were hundreds of pounds owing, it seemed, and, in addition, much to Rosek himself. The thought of these debts weighed unbearably on her. Why did he, HOW did he get into debt like this? What became of the money he earned? His fees, this summer, were good enough.
Or was it a mere physical illusion had he any dreams? "The heart of another is a dark forest" to all but the one who loves. One morning, he held up a letter. "Ah, ha! Paul Rosek went to see our house. 'A pretty dove's nest! he calls it." The memory of the Pole's sphinxlike, sweetish face, and eyes that seemed to know so many secrets, always affected Gyp unpleasantly.
He would go to Rosek's, borrow the money to pay his cab, and lunch there. But Rosek was not in. He would have to go home to get the cab paid. The driver seemed to eye him queerly now, as though conceiving doubts about the fare. Going in under the trellis, Fiorsen passed a man coming out, who held in his hand a long envelope and eyed him askance.
She added suddenly: "I think Count Rosek would like this room. There's something bizarre about it, isn't there? I wanted to surround myself with that, you know to get the bizarre note into my work. It's so important nowadays. But through there I've got a bedroom and a bathroom and a little kitchen with everything to hand, all quite domestic; and hot water always on.
He's like a toad, I think." "Ah, I shall tell him that! He will be flattered." "If you do; if you give me away I " He jumped up and caught her in his arms; his face was so comically compunctious that she calmed down at once. She thought over her words afterwards and regretted them. All the same, Rosek was a sneak and a cold sensualist, she was sure.
But for her, there would be nothing on his mind, for he would not be married! Brooding morbidly, she asked herself his drinking, debts, even the girl had she caused them, too? And when she tried to free him and herself this was the result! Was there something fatal about her that must destroy the men she had to do with? She had made her father unhappy, Monsieur Harmost Rosek, and her husband!
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