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Yes, she was skating with that Miss Standish-Roe." "Yes, she's coming with my sister and me this evening." "Is she?" Again his eye lifted to Traill's face. "Damned pretty girl." Traill did not reply. Had he made some casual answer in the affirmative, the man's eyes might not have followed him as he walked back into his bedroom; the humorous twist of the man's lips might not have been visible.
And Miss Standish-Roe had arrived at a quarter to the hour. When she entered the drawing-room, Mrs. Durlacher kissed her affectionately, then held her at arm's length, her hands on her shoulders and gazed pensively into her eyes. "Why do you look at me like that?" Coralie asked. Mrs. Durlacher shrugged her shoulders and turned away to her chair.
But when, conscious of her own attractions, she lends that beauty to the expression of pleasure which she finds in the company of the man beside her, then, to possibly that man alone, but certainly to him, she is doubly beautiful. Nature indeed had been generous with Coralie Standish-Roe. Nature has her moods and her devilish humours.
His sister looked in the direction. "Why, he's not from Aberdeen," she said, daintily. "That's Sir Standish-Roe; he sits on boards in the city." "A vigorous exercise like that ought to reduce his bulk," said Traill. "Do you know them, then?" "Yes." "Who's the girl?" "That's his daughter. I'll introduce you after dinner if they're not hurrying off to a theatre."
Again there was exultation in the heart of Mrs. Durlacher. "Better be seven-thirty," she said. He agreed. It never suggested itself to him that he wanted to go. He hated to seem bound. That was his reason. So he took it with an open mind, questioning nothing. When he had gone, Mrs. Durlacher turned to her friend. "You can come can't you?" she asked. Miss Standish-Roe nodded her head.
He turned no ground to find the intentions that lay beneath. "Well, there was a case," he said. "I've no doubt the woman was innocent of the worst; but that was an exact case of the virtue of conventionality. She'd just hung on to it, scraping her nails. She deserved all she got." "And you persisted in trying to prove her guilty?" said Miss Standish-Roe, in amazement.
Traill," said Miss Standish-Roe, admiringly. "I did? Which one?" "The lady who admitted to kissing the co-respondent." "Why, you weren't in the court, were you?" "No but I read it in the paper your sister told me about it." Mrs. Durlacher looked apprehensively to her brother's eyes. From so small a thing as that he might unearth suspicion. But a pardonable vanity was touched in him.
"Did he tell you to come here?" she whispered. "Heavens, no! I don't suppose he'd do that. He wouldn't do a thing like that. But I'm pretty sure he's in love with that Miss Standish-Roe the beautiful Coralie. He knows it. He won't admit it; but I'm certain he is, and I rather think I'd better open his eyes a little." That last remark did not fall within her understanding. She took no notice of it.
"Miss Standish-Roe?" she repeated, almost inaudibly. "Yes Coralie she's the youngest daughter of old Sir Standish-Roe. All the others have paired off. Didn't you know Jack was going with them to-night?" "Not with her." "By Jove I'm sorry, then." He shrugged his shoulders to free himself from the sense of discomfort to his conscience. "I suppose I ought not to have mentioned it." "Why not?"
But that girl Miss Standish-Roe who's gone with them to-night she was there, and she kept on breaking into our conversation so that really I can't quite remember." Had he watched Sally's face then, as closely as he had watched it all through dinner, he would have seen the colour of ashes that swept across it, tardily letting the blood drain back into her cheeks.
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