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From a firm who called themselves agents, and said that the letter had come into their possession, had been deposited with them, in fact, by someone who owed them some money," Lady Mary answered. "Of course, I was frightened to death. I don't know what made me think of Bertrand Saton as the best person to consult, but anyhow I did.
Do you remember telling me that death was sometimes a pleasant thing, but that life after failure was Hell itself?" Rochester nodded. "I always had such a clear insight into life," he murmured. "I was perfectly right." "From your point of view you doubtless were," Saton answered. "You were a cynic and a pessimist, and I find you now unchanged. I went away with your words ringing in my brain.
They say that he never loses sight of a fact or forgets a face." "And what is the name of this wonderful person?" Saton asked. "Lord Guerdon," Rochester answered. "Even though you have spent so little time in England of late years, you must have heard of him." The curtains were suddenly thrown aside, and a footman entered announcing the newly-arrived guest.
"If you will allow me," he said, "I will take this letter away with me, and see these people on your behalf. I have no doubt that I can make much better terms with them than you could." She drew a little sigh of relief. "That is just what I was hoping you would propose," she declared, handing it over to him. "It is so good of you, Mr. Saton.
Every one of our shows is being watched. Besides that fellow this afternoon I had two detectives yesterday, and a woman whom I am doubtful about, who keeps on coming." "Three weeks longer," Saton remarked, half to himself. "Perhaps it isn't worth while. Perhaps it would be better to close up now." "Only three weeks?" Violet asked eagerly. "Bertrand, what are you going to do then?
Saton rose from his place, and going once more to the sideboard, took up and lit a long Russian cigarette. He returned with the box, and laid it before Rachael. "If the truth should leak out," he said, "that would be the end of us in this country. We have had one escape. I do not mean to find myself in the prisoner's dock a second time." "There is no fear of that," she answered.
"He takes curious fancies sometimes to address a perfect stranger, and talk to them intimately. Remember that though he lives in Switzerland, and has a German name, he is really an Englishman. Nothing annoys him more than to be spoken to in any other language." "I will remember," Pauline said. There was a moment's silence. Saton felt that he was expected to go.
It seems to me that since it amused you to play the young man of fashion, you have lost your touch some portion of it, at any rate upon the greater things." Saton was very angry now. He was only indifferently successful in his attempt to conceal the fact. "You, too," he muttered. "Well, we shall see. Naudheim has brains, and he has worked for many years.
Saton, looking at her, was amazed that he could ever have brought himself to touch her lips. "Ah!" she remarked. "I hadn't thought of that. You want to marry some one else, eh?" Saton nodded. "It isn't that I want to," he declared, "only, as you know, I must have money. I can't marry you without it, can I, Violet? We should only be miserable. You understand that?"
"If you will have my things removed to the Inn," Saton said slowly "No such extreme measures are necessary," Rochester answered. "You will stay with us until to-morrow morning. After luncheon you will probably find it convenient to terminate your visit as soon as possible." "I shall be gone," Saton answered, "before any of your guests are up.
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