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Updated: June 16, 2025
"Shiela," he said, "why don't you pay your family a visit?" She shook her head. "You're afraid they might suspect that you are not particularly happy?" "Yes.... It was wrong to have Gray and Cecile here. It was fortunate you were away. But they saw the Tressilvains." "What did they think of 'em?" inquired Malcourt. "What do you suppose they would think?" "Quite right. Well, don't worry.
There were things moving in the unseen ooze, too, leaving sudden sinuous trails in the dim but growing lustre that whitened above the trees probably turtles, perhaps snakes. She leaned almost imperceptibly toward him, and he moved his shoulder close to hers. "You are not nervous, Shiela?" "Indeed I am." "Why on earth did you come?" "I don't know.
Her eyes were steadily fixed on the fan-shaped radiance ahead which played fantastically along the silvery avenue of palms and swept the white road with a glitter like moonlight streaming over snow. "You mean you are ready for your freedom, Shiela?" "No." "What do you mean?" "That it may be best best to tell them ... and face what is left of life, together." "You and I?" "Yes."
Suddenly his heart stood still in dread of what his aunt was about to say. He knew already somehow that she was going to say it, yet when she spoke the tiny shock came just the same. "That," said his aunt, "is Shiela Cardross. Is she not too lovely for words?" "Yes," he said, "she is very beautiful."
"Not with you Virginia has apparently taken her cue from that unspeakable Mrs. Van Dieman, and is acting like the deuce toward Shiela Cardross. Couldn't you find an opportunity to discourage that sort of behaviour? It's astonishingly underbred." His aunt's eyelids flickered as she regarded him. "Come to see me to-night and explain a little more fully what Virginia has done, dear.
They were very silent until they turned into the south corridor and reached her door; and there he suddenly gave way to his passionate resentment, breaking out like a spoiled boy: "Shiela, I tell you it's going to be unendurable! There must be some way out, some chance for us.... I don't mean to ask you to do what is what you consider dishonourable.
Without the slightest noise Constance sank down on the hallway sofa; Shiela crept up close beside her, closer, when the dreadful sounds broke out again, trembling in every limb, pressing her head convulsively against the elder woman's arm. Young Dr. Lansdale came up-stairs an hour later, nodded to Constance, looked sharply at Shiela, then turned to the nurse who had forestalled him at the door.
But if you'll listen to me you'll give up romantic martyrdom and sackcloth, put on your best frock, smile on Hamil, and go and ask your mother for a bright, shiny, brand-new divorce." Revolted, incensed, eyes brilliant with anger, she sat speechless and rigid, clutching the steering-wheel as he nimbly descended to the platform. "Good-bye, Shiela," he said with a haggard smile.
Cardross and Jessie Carrick bent over their embroidery; Shiela continued her letter writing with Gray's stylographic pen; Hamil, booted and spurred, both pockets stuffed with plans, paced the terrace waiting for his horse to be brought around; Malcourt had carried himself and his newspaper to the farther end of the terrace, and now stood leaning over the balustrade, an unlighted cigarette between his lips.
The entire bally business has gone up! That pup of a Louis! Oh, there's no use! Look here, Hamil! I tell you I can't believe it, I can't, and I won't Look what that fool card says!" And Hamil's stunned gaze fell on the engraved card: "Mr. and Mrs. Neville Cardross have the honour of announcing the marriage of their daughter Shiela to Mr. Louis Malcourt." The date and place followed.
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