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Usselex, are one of those people. When I left you last evening I told myself that you exhaled a sympathy which is as rare as it is delightful. I have met few such as you. As a rule the people I have been brought in contact with have been hard and self-engrossed. You are among the exceptions, and it is the exception " Eden interrupted him. "Now that is nonsense," she said severely.
He may be Chesterfield one hour and Sykes the next. There are plenty of men of that stamp. If he is, that poor little thing deserves consolation. No, it can hardly be that Eden is too high-spirited to submit to brutality. She would leave him at once, and everyone would approve. Whereas, if Usselex has got himself entangled by some woman, Eden, out of sheer pride, would remain where she is.
Usselex bent over and touched her forehead with his lips. "That is good of you," he said. "She will take it very kindly." And with that he moved to the door. "But what is the address?" Eden called after him. "The Ranleigh," he answered; and from the hall he added, in a louder tone, "I will be back in less than an hour." "The Ranleigh," she repeated to herself. "The Ranleigh!"
"If he has deceived me " "Eden, how foolish you are! No, but, Eden, you are simply childish. You are sunshine one minute and tornado the next. Why, I haven't a doubt in the world but that Mr. Usselex was trying to get the cab-lady's husband out of trouble. I haven't the faintest doubt of it." "Nor had I before you came." "Oh, Eden, forgive me. What I said was idle chatter.
A suspicion had entered her mind and declined to be dismissed. "Am I not?" he answered. "Tell me that I am. I need to be told it. Yet last night, for the first time, it seemed to me that perhaps all might still be well. It was hope that I found with you, Mrs. Usselex; it was more than hope, it was life."
Usselex existed. But in a few days there was Crispin again. On this occasion Eden gave him a larger share of attention than she had previously accorded. There were certain things that she noticed, there was an atmosphere about him which differed from that which other men exhaled. In the tones of his voice were evocations of fancies. He seemed like one who had battled and had won.
Arnswald evidently found her appearance alluring, for his eyes followed her every movement. "Hurry up," she continued, as merrily as before; "the minute's gone." Usselex may have been annoyed, but he affected to enter into the jest. "Your father " he hazarded, and stretched his hand for the note. But Eden again retreated. "You have lost," she cried; "no one was here."
"His face!" she whispered quickly. "You can see it in his face." She pointed to him; in her eyes was conviction, and in her voice no tremor of doubt. "Look at him," she cried; "it is he." Usselex turned to her in a manner which to those present was uninterpretable, then his eyes sought Mr. Menemon's, and finally he lowered them to the ground.
The afternoon was on the wane, and still she toyed with sorrow until suddenly she bethought herself of the need of immediate action. Usselex would presently return, but when he came again to her room, he should find it empty.
It was evident at once that of the scene which if long in the telling had in reality not outlasted a moment he had stood as witness. "What is it you say?" he repeated. "I say that this man is a bigamist." And as Maule spoke he tossed his head as though inviting possible contradiction. "I say," he continued, "that Mr. John Usselex has a wife living in Paris." Mr.
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