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Her eyes followed Siward's figure, suddenly dark against the door of the lighted billiard-room, then brilliantly illuminated, as he entered, nodded acceptance to Mortimer's invitation, and picked up the cue just laid aside by Agatha Caithness, who had turned to speak to Marion. Then Mortimer's bulk loomed nearer; voices became gay and animated in the billiard-room.
As long as he could remember, there was scarcely a week in town but some homeless dog attached himself to Siward's heels, sometimes trotting several blocks, sometimes following him home where the outcast was always cared for, washed, fed, and ultimately shipped out to the farm, where scores of these "fresh-air" dogs resided on his bounty and rolled in luxury on his lawns.
But clearly against the closed lids she saw the phantoms passing spectres of dead hours, the wraith of an old happiness masked with youth and wearing Siward's features! She must stop it! What was all this crowding in upon her as she rode forward through the driving rain all this resurgence of ghosts long laid, long exorcised?
The Major hinted that the woman the one who figured in it is rather exclusively Mr. Siward's 'property." "Exclusively?" repeated Sylvia curiously. "She's a public actress, isn't she?" "If you call the manoeuvres of a newly fledged chorus girl acting, yes, she is. But I don't believe Mr. Siward figures in that unfashionable rôle. Why, there are too many women of his own sort ready for mischief."
Sylvia raised her eyes and encountered Siward's. "I certainly have," she said faintly. "C'est bien, chérie. Can you be as civil, Stephen conscientiously? Oh, that is very nice of you! But there's one thing: why on earth didn't you make eyes at Marion? Life might be one long, blissful carnival of horse and dog for you both. Oh, dear! there, I'm meddling again!
"I'm wondering," he began cautiously, "how much the Algonquin crowd understands about the matter?" Siward's troubled eyes were on him as he spoke, watching closely, narrowly. "I've heard that rumour before," he said. "So have I," said Plank, "and it seems incredible." He looked warily at Siward. "Suppose it is true that the Algonquin Trust Company is godfather to Inter-County.
Then, looking prudently around, she encountered Siward's eyes; and during a moment's hesitation they considered one another with an increasing curiosity that slowly became tentative intelligence. And her eyes said very plainly and wickedly to Siward's: "Oho, my friend! So it bores you to see Mr. Plank monopolising an engaged girl who belongs to Howard Quarrier!"
He had hardened his heart, and made up his mind to show no kindness to his own kin. The day might come when they might need him; then it would be his turn. "Your father, as we told you, is dead." "So much the better for him, and the worse for England. And Harold and the Godwinssons, of course, are lords and masters far and wide?" "Tosti has our grandfather Siward's earldom." "I know that.
I telephoned him; and I asked him to drive with me." "Oh, Sylvia, what nonsense! Why on earth do you stir yourself up by that sort of silliness at this late date? What use is it? Can't you let him alone?" "I No, I can't, it seems. Grace, I was I felt so so strangely about it all." "About what, little idiot?" "About leaving him alone." "Are you Stephen Siward's keeper?" demanded Mrs.
"There is only one name used for this kind of thing," added Quarrier, taking a quick involuntary step backward to the door as the blaze of fury broke out in Siward's eyes. "Good God! Quarrier," whispered Siward with dry lips, "what a cur you are! What a cur!"
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