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"It is we who are mad, to listen a little, to think a little, to play a little with the thoughts he gives us." "I know of Naudheim only by reputation," Rochester said. "And so far as regards Saton, nothing will convince me that he is not an impostor." She sighed. "There may be something of the charlatan in his methods," she said, "but there is something else.
"I must do without him," Saton answered. Pauline looked at him critically, dispassionately. "I do not believe that you can do without him," she said. "You are losing your hold upon your work. I have noticed it for weeks. Don't you think that you are frittering away a great deal of your time and thoughts?
"Will you excuse me for a moment?" Rochester passed his arm through the younger man's. "Come into the gun-room for a few minutes," he said. "I want to show you the salmon flies I was speaking of." Saton smiled a little curiously, and followed his host across the hall and down the long stone passage which led to the back quarters of the house. The gun-room was deserted and empty.
Saton contented himself with a grave bow. "I am afraid, Lady Marrabel," he said, "that you are prejudiced against me." "I think not," she answered. "Naturally, seeing you so suddenly brought into my mind the terrible occurrence of only a few days ago." "An occurrence," he declared, "which no one could regret so greatly as myself.
"Do you mean to say that after an adventurous career such as I imagine you have had, you think of settling down, at your age, in a neighborhood like this?" "Scarcely that," Saton answered. "I shall be here only for a few days at a time, at different periods in the year. The one taste which I share in common with the boy whom you knew, is a love for the country, especially this part of it."
Saton seemed only modestly surprised at the interest which everyone displayed. "We are only doing something now," he said, "which has already been done, and proved easy. The only trouble is, of course, that Lady Marrabel being a stranger to me, the effort is a little greater.
Suddenly she came to a standstill, the color rushed into her cheeks, her eyes danced with pleasure. Saton had come suddenly round the corner, and was already within a few feet of her. "You?" she exclaimed. "Really you? I had no idea that you had left London." He smiled as he took her hands. "London was a desert," he said.
"He does not approve of the luxury of my surroundings," he answered. "He declined to write at my desk, or to sit in my room." "I don't wonder at it," she answered. "You know how he worships simplicity." "Simplicity!" Saton exclaimed. "You should see the place where he writes himself.
You had not a penny in the world, and I did not even know your name. The chances were fifty to one against my ever seeing a penny of my money again." "I admit that," Saton answered. "Yet I will remind you of your own words five hundred pounds were no more to you than a crown piece to me. You gave me the money. You gave me little else. You gave me no encouragement, no word of kindly advice.
Saton knew in a moment that it was one of the doctors who had been summoned to Beauleys, by telephone and telegraph, from all parts. "You are watching the house of your patron," she said, drily. "Patron no longer!" Saton exclaimed, rolling himself another cigarette. "We are enemies, declared enemies so far as he is concerned, at any rate." "You are a fool!" the woman said.
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