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Saton followed her eyes, noticing her slight start, and gazed after them with brooding face. "Rochester is becoming quite a devoted husband," he remarked, with a sneer. "Quite," she answered. "They spend most of their time together now." "And Lady Mary, I understand," he went on, "has reformed.
"I want that letter the Peyton letter, you know." Huntley nodded. "I've got it in my pocket," he said. "I was keeping it until to-morrow." Saton held out his hand. "I'll take it," he said. "I can arrange terms for this matter myself." Huntley looked at him in surprise. "It isn't often," he remarked, "that you care to interfere with this side of the game. Sure you're not running any risk?
Saton left the restaurant, and entered the small electric brougham which was waiting for him. He lit a cigarette and leaned back amongst the cushions, musing over the events of the evening with a complacent smile. The last few weeks seemed to have wrought some subtle change in the man. His face was at once stronger and weaker, more determined, and yet in a sense less trustworthy.
"She is always so interested," Lois said, "in things which she does not understand. You talked so well this afternoon, Mr. Saton. I am afraid I could not follow you, but it sounded very brilliant and very wonderful." "One speaks convincingly," he said, "when one really feels. Some day, remember," he continued, "we are going to have a long, long talk.
"I am so sorry," he said, "but the Comtesse de Vestinges my adopted mother," he explained, with a little bow "receives no one. She is old, and her health is not of the best. A visit from Miss Champneyes always does her good." Lois looked up at her companion. "Perhaps," she said, "you will have a cigarette in the lane." "I am sorry to seem inhospitable," Saton said smoothly.
At others, I find it quite unfamiliar." Rochester, who was watching Pauline, shrugged his shoulders. "We may as well hear what the fellow is talking about," he remarked. "Let us join the adoring throng." ... "I will tell you one thing which I have realized in the course of my travels," Saton was saying as they drew near.
I have wandered up and down the world a good deal during the past five years, and I have met many strange sorts of people, but I have never yet met with philanthropy on such a unique scale as yours." "Not philanthropy, my young friend," Rochester murmured. "I had but one motive in making you that little gift curiosity pure and simple." "Forgive me," Saton remarked.
Saton asked. "Quite alone, sir." Saton ascended the stairs and entered the drawing-room, which was on the first floor, unannounced. At the further end of the apartment a woman was sitting, her hands folded in front of her, her eyes fixed upon the wall. Saton advanced with outstretched hands. "At last!" he exclaimed. The woman made no reply.
I heard this morning that Max Naudheim will be in London before the end of the week, and I wondered whether you would care to meet him." "Of course I should," she answered, "only I hope that he is more comprehensible than his book." "I have never met him myself," Saton answered, "but I know that he has a letter to me.
He stepped up to her side, hat in hand. It was Lady Mary Rochester. She was exquisitely gowned and hatted, with a great white veil which floated gracefully around her picture-hat, and she welcomed him with a brilliant smile. "My dear Mr. Saton," she exclaimed, "what a fortunate meeting! Only a few minutes ago I was thinking of you." "I am very much flattered," he answered.
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