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Doubtless Sheila had a perfect right to her opinions, but she might keep them to herself. Between Saltash's headlong resolve to help and Sheila's veiled desire to hinder, he felt that his course was becoming too complicated, as if in spite of his utmost efforts to guide his own craft there were contrary currents at work that he was powerless to avoid.
I met him the other day at the Club before I went North, and it may interest you to know that he is determined to find her and marry her or perish in the attempt." "It doesn't interest me in the least," said Juliet. "No? Hard-hearted as ever!" Saltash's grin was one of sheer mischief. "Well, he seemed to share the popular belief that I know where the elusive Lady Jo is to be found.
"No, sir," said Toby, with downcast eyes. "Why not?" There was a gibing note in Saltash's voice. "Never qualified before?" Toby shot him a swift and nervous glance that was like a flash of blue flame. "No, sir. Never been caught before," he said. Saltash's eyes flickered humour, but he steeled himself. "Well, you're caught this time fairly caught.
His odd eyes met hers with a shifting gleam of malice. "There is only one reason for which I would do that, ma chère," he said. "So she has not told you why she ran away with my friend Spentoli?" Maud shook her head. "She does not speak of it at all. I only know that she was unspeakably thankful to Jake for protecting her from him." "Ah!" Saltash's teeth showed for an instant.
Saltash's smile was suddenly disarming again. "Never had much opportunity, have you?" said Dick. "No, but I've got one now quite a good one. I could put an end to this little idyll of yours for instance without the smallest difficulty if I felt that way." "I don't believe you!" flashed Dick. "No? Well, wait till I do it then!" There was amused tolerance in Saltash's rejoinder.
The day was glorious and cloudless, the sea of that intense blue that melts to the horizon without any dividing line like the blue of a smoked pearl. Saltash's idea was to take his guests for a cruise across the bay after the ceremony, and he planned to complete the celebrations with a fête on the water at night. Everything was in readiness, and by two o'clock he was already receiving his guests.
Again Dick's eyes came to him, and a very faint, remote smile shone in them for an instant in answer. Then, very steadily, without a word, he held out his hand. Saltash's came to meet it. They looked each other again in the eyes but with a difference. Then Saltash began to laugh. "Go to her, my cavalier! You'll find her waiting on the Night Moth." "Waiting?" Dick said.
Saltash's music followed them from the drawing-room as they went. He was playing a haunting Spanish love-song, and Toby shivered and quickened her pace. They reached another oak door which Bunny opened, drawing her impetuously forward. "This is Charlie's own particular sanctum. Rather a ripping place, isn't it? He's got a secret den that leads somewhere out of it, but no one knows how to get in."
I daren't suggest a drink under the circumstances, but I'll owe you one." He extended his hand with a royal air. "Will you shake?" Dick held back. "Will you play the game?" he said. Saltash grinned. "My own game? Certainly! I always do." Dick's hand came out to him. Somehow he was hard to refuse. "A straight game?" he said. Saltash's brows expressed amused surprise.
"You knew?" flung in Bunny. Saltash's grin flashed across his dark features like a meteor through a cloudy sky and was gone. "I suspected, mon ami. But I did not even tell myself." That part of him that was French a species of volatile sentimentality sounded in the words like the echo of a laugh in a minor key. "I made a valet of her. I suffered her to clean my boots and brush my clothes.
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