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"And I suppose," he said slowly, "it merely struck you as . . . amusing . . . to let me think what I thought?" "You had no right to think such a thing," she retorted. "I may be anything bad that your mother believes me, but at least I play fair! I left Trenby to stay with Penelope, exactly as I told you in my note.
Quite honestly, I've not ridden for years and even if I took up riding once more I should never hunt again. I think" she shrank a little "it's too cruel." Trenby regarded her with ingenuous amazement. "Cruel!" he exclaimed. "Why, it's sport!" "Magic word!" Nan's lips curled a little. "You say it's 'sport' as though that made it all right." "So it does," answered Trenby contentedly.
Couldn't you" a sudden charming smile curving her lips "couldn't you do it I mean cultivate the sporting instinct by polo and things like that?" "It's not the same." Trenby shook his head. "You don't understand. It's the desire to find your quarry, to go through anything rather than to let him beat you no matter how done or tired you feel." "It may be very good for you," allowed Nan.
He does not come just because life has grown so hard and difficult to endure that we are asking for him. Later on, when Nan came downstairs to dinner, she spoke and moved almost mechanically. Only once did she show the least interest in anything that was said, and that was when Eliza remarked with relish: "Roger Trenby will be wishin' Isobel Carson back home!
"You go too far! You will exhibit Nan's portrait . . . you will hang it in your house! . . . And you think I'll stand by and tolerate such impertinence? Understand . . . Nan's portrait hangs at Trenby Hall or nowhere!" Rooke regarded him apparently unmoved. "I've yet to learn the law which compels a man to part with his work," he remarked indifferently.
Do I not find favour in his eyes? . . . Surely the last four weeks have shown you that much?" Kitty made a small grimace. "They certainly have. But seriously, this is all nonsense, Nan. You and Roger Trenby are about as unsuited to each other as any man and woman could possibly be. In addition to which he has the temper of a fiend when roused and you'd be sure to rouse him!
"You don't seem to have made much progress." And his eyes travelled rather sombrely from Nan's face to that of the artist. "You must have a little patience, Trenby," replied Rooke pleasantly. "The start is the difficult part. Tell me" placing a couple of sketches on the easel as he spoke "which of those two poses do you like the better?"
Believe me, Nan" his voice roughened "it's far worse to be married to someone you don't love than to remain unmarried all your days." "I am very glad to meet you, my dear." The frosty voice entirely failed to confirm the sense of the words as Lady Gertrude Trenby bent forward and imprinted a somewhat chilly kiss on Nan's cheek.
Do you think that Bele is out of your way because he is out of the body? He is now nearer to you than your hands or feet. And let Liot Borson look to himself. The old thrall's curse was evil enough, but Bele Trenby will make it measureless." "Such words are like the rest of your lying; I will not fear them, since God is himself, and he shall rule the life Liot and I will lead together.
Trenby," Nan smiled gently as she spoke and Roger found himself delightedly watching the adorable way her lips curled up at the corners and the faint dimple which came and went. "She considers it a duty to pick holes in poor me good for my morals, you know." "It must be a somewhat difficult occupation," he returned, bowing awkwardly.
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