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It came to rest bearing upon Garcia's breast. "Turn your back!" commanded Drennen sharply. He came well into the room, setting his own back to the wall so that, should Sefton and Lemarc come, he should be ready for them. "Do you hear me?" for Garcia had not stirred. "By God, I'll kill you . . ." Garcia shrugged, and shrugging obeyed the command which he was in no position to disobey.
All the Puritan training given him by his mother and his own civilized instincts were swept away by a sudden overwhelming rush of passion. His colour came back and none noticed its momentary loss, all eyes being on Harley. Prescott glanced at Mr. Sefton, but the Secretary remained calm, composed and smiling, listening to Harley with the same air of interested curiosity shown by the others.
"Oh, very well, if you have made your plans," returned Mrs. Sefton, in rather a chilling manner; but Bessie would not let her proceed. "Dear Mrs. Sefton," she said, much distressed at her obvious displeasure, "you must not think that I leave you willingly.
In one breath I learned this and that during the last years of his life my father's means had been dissipated through expensive, even luxurious, living, and a series of unwise speculations. But one heritage did come down to me . . . the memorandum book of my grandfather, Paul Bellaire! And it is because of that that I am here!" "Lemarc and Sefton?" prompted Drennen.
He was wholly within his power, and metaphorically, he could be broken on the wheel if the adroit and ruthless Secretary wished it. He bit his dry lip, but said nothing, still waiting for the other. "I repeat that I have a better use for Miss Catherwood," continued Mr. Sefton.
There was a laugh, and Winthrop suggested that, as they were talking of the ladies, they return to them. On the way Prescott casually joined the Secretary. "Can I see you in the office to-morrow, Mr. Sefton?" he asked. "Certainly," replied the Secretary. "Will three in the afternoon do? Alone, I suppose?" "Thank you," said Prescott. "Three in the afternoon and alone will do."
Bessie was sorry to disturb him, but it was too late to draw back, for Mac had already seen her, and had roused his master by his uneasy efforts to get free, and Mr. Sefton rose, with the awkward abruptness that seemed natural to him, and lifted his cap. "Good morning, Miss Lambert. You are an early riser. My mother and Edna are hardly awake yet."
The consciousness that she had a secret oppressed her, but neither Mrs. Sefton nor Edna seemed to notice any difference in her manner. Edna looked languid and depressed, and seemed to have lost all interest in the bazaar. She alarmed Bessie in the course of the morning by saying that, after all, she did not care to mix with such a crowd.
If you will not take us, Bessie and I will go alone. I quite mean it, mamma." And Edna marched angrily out of the room. "Oh, dear," observed Mrs. Sefton fretfully; "I have not seen her so put out for months; it must have been your manner, Richard. You were so hard on the poor child. Now she will go and make herself ill with crying." "Did I misunderstand you?" asked Richard, astonished at this.
God be thanked, he has her in his great idiot-cage, and will do something with her yet! May you and I be there to see when she comes out in her right mind!" "Amen!" said Walter. "And now, my dear fellow," said Sefton, "if you will listen to me, you will not go till to-morrow morning. No, I don't want you to stay to breakfast! You shall go by the early train as any other visitor might.
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