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"You were burnt. Where was Nevill then?" "He was here." "Was he burnt?" "No; but he might have been. He he helped to put the fire out. Oh, Louis, it's horribly hard on him!" Stanistreet clenched his teeth lest he should blaspheme. "How long have you known Nevill?" she asked, as if she had read his thoughts. "I don't know. A long time " "How many years? Think." "Fifteen perhaps.
If I had for a moment suspected the truth you should have had your appointment with Colonel Stanistreet at any hour you might have cared to name, no matter how ungodly!" Lanyard bowed gravely. "Thank you," he said. "And Colonel Stanistreet ?" "Is just finishing breakfast. He will be down directly. Please be seated, make yourself entirely at ease. And will you excuse me ?"
So in the afternoon Stanistreet called again at Ridgmount Gardens. Whether or no Mrs. Nevill Tyson ignored the possibility of passion, she had the largest ideas of the scope and significance of friendship. She made no claims, but she exacted from Louis a multitude of small services for which he was held to be sufficiently repaid in smiles.
During a brief silence he found opportunity to observe that Mr. Blensop was working with hands that trembled singularly. "Incredible!" Stanistreet commented. "Yet here is proof," Lanyard asserted, indicating the papers beneath Stanistreet's hand. "My dear sir, I didn't mean " "Pardon!" Lanyard smiled, with a lifted hand. "I never thought you did, Colonel Stanistreet.
As she could not tear herself from the baby, there was nothing for it but to bring Stanistreet to her. To his intense astonishment Louis was led up into a wide bare room on the third story: He was in that mood when we are struck with the unconscious symbolism of things.
"And now, Colonel Stanistreet, if you will call Mr. Stone and have this traitor removed...." When Stanistreet had gone out in company with Stone, and the broken, weeping Blensop, ending a scene indescribably painful, a lull almost as uncomfortable to Lanyard ensued. Then "How did you guess?" Cecelia Brooke asked in wonder.
"Yes as it happened. But I think it was a little hard on poor old Stanistreet." "Sometimes I wonder if it was fair. He used to say things; but I didn't take them in at the time. I didn't understand; and somehow now, I feel as if it had never happened. Perhaps it wasn't quite fair but then I didn't think. I wonder why he's never been to see me." "Can't say, Molly."
"I wished to see Colonel Stanistreet." Mr. Blensop looked up with an indulgent smile. His face was round and smooth but for a perfectly docile little moustache, his lips full and red, his nose delicately chiselled; but his eyes, though large, were set cannily close together. "Colonel Stanistreet is unfortunately not at home. I am his secretary." "Yes," said Lanyard, still standing.
Ember, the gentleman who called last night before you got home. It appears he is the person who sent us that telegram from Edgartown day before yesterday." "Indeed? Ember is not the name with which the message was signed." "The message was purposely left unsigned," Lanyard explained. Stanistreet nodded approval. "I am glad to meet you, Mr. Ember," he said, offering a hand. "Be seated.
"I can see," said Tyson, as Stanistreet took his seat again, "you've been letting that wife of mine make more or less of a fool of herself. If you had no consideration for her neck or your own, you might have thought of my son and heir." "Oh," said Stanistreet, a little vaguely, for he was startled, "I kept a good lookout." "Not much use in that," said Tyson. Stanistreet battled with his doubt.
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