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Harry Treherne, with all the officers and men engaged, was warmly commended for the spirited way in which the exploit had been performed. It was not the only deed of naval daring in which he took an active part. At length the frigate was ordered to Bermuda on her way home. Within a short distance of that island a suspicious vessel was seen from the mast-head. Sail was made in chase.
"The fool's paradise," said Treherne, and drained his pot of cider. The lawyer rose. He did not look at Treherne, or speak to him; but looked and spoke straight across him to the American, who found the utterance not a little unexpected. "Mr. Paynter," said Ashe, "you thought it rather morbid of me to collect murderers; but it's fortunate for your own view of the case that I do.
"Don't tell me you really believe in a magic tree that eats birds!" "I should probably surprise you," said Treherne gravely, "more by what I don't believe than by what I do." Then, after a pause, he made a general gesture toward the house and garden.
"Because I have met many men like him, but no one quite like his daughter, or Mrs. what is her name?" "Mrs. Falchion." "Or Mrs. Falchion or the bookmaker." "What is there so uncommon about Miss Treherne? She had not struck me as being remarkable." "No? Well, of course, she is not striking after the fashion of Mrs. Falchion.
I owe it to her to settle down into steady married life before long." He rose, as he said these last words, and walked to the window. Mrs. Treherne was called away at the same moment, and he stood gazing out at the strip of garden before the house, the Birdcage Walk beyond, the trees in the Park blowing about against the dull sky.
"But have a little patience. Society will come to you long before practice comes to me." About two o'clock one afternoon a carriage and pair drove up, and a gorgeous footman delivered a card "Lady Cicely Treherne." Of course Mrs. Staines was at home, and only withheld by propriety from bounding into the passage to meet her school-fellow.
If you swing a baby violently about, it makes it sick. Any old Gamp will tell you that." Ronnie sat down; but solely because his knees suddenly gave way beneath him. The floor on which he was standing seemed to become deep sand. "Keep calm," sneered Aubrey Treherne. "Perhaps you would like to know my excellent warrant for concluding that Helen was my wife in a former life?
"I promised, and I will keep my promise at all costs," sighed Treherne, and with a gesture full of pathetic patience he waved the fair tempter from him, saying steadily, "I will never tell you, though you rob me of that which is dearer than my life.
"Ah, Doctor, Doctor," cried he, "my old enemy, sciatica, has me in its grip, and why, in this warm climate, I can't understand. I'm afraid I shall have to heave-to, like the 'Fulvia', and lay up for repairs. And, by the way, I'm glad we are on our course again." He entered, and sat down. Belle Treherne bowed to me gravely, and smiled slightly. The smile was not peculiarly hospitable.
By the time the sun was high in heaven Ashe the lawyer, turning to the others, spoke abruptly and to the point. "Shall we go into the wood now?" asked Paynter, and almost seemed to hesitate. "I will go in," said Treherne simply. Then, drawing up his dark head in answer to their glances, he added: "No, do not trouble yourselves. It is never the believer who is afraid."
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