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He stopped abruptly, feeling it wisest not to speak, but to listen. "That, I repeat, is why I have come here," said Vanderlyn's formidable visitor. He spoke with a great deliberateness and mildness of manner. "I cannot help thinking, my dear sir, that with your help we may be, or rather I may be, on the eve of a discovery."
His own chief, the American Ambassador, would be informed of what had happened, but he was a wise old man, there was no fear of indiscretion in that quarter; but yes, he, Vanderlyn, must face that fact Tom Pargeter would know the truth. Vanderlyn's hidden abhorrence of the other man, of the man whose friend he had perforce compelled himself to be for so long, rose in a great flood. Tom Pargeter?
Vanderlyn's boudoir, where she had gone to get permission, when she unexpectedly met John. He had come home without notice and ahead of time from one of his long journeys. "Has she not come then, yet, my child?" said Kreutzer to the busy M'riar, as he returned.
Pargeter was not used even to innocent adventure; she lived the guarded, sheltered existence which belongs of right to those women whose material good fortune all their less fortunate sisters envy. The dangers of the Paris streets rose up before Vanderlyn's excited imagination, hideous, formidable.... Then, quite suddenly, Margaret Pargeter herself stood before him, smiling a little tremulously.
Nelson Vanderlyn's first word to his wife had been that he had brought her all her toggery; and she had welcomed him with appropriate enthusiasm. In fact, to the lookers-on her joy at seeing him seemed rather too patently in proportion to her satisfaction at getting her clothes. But no such suspicion appeared to mar Mr.
"She is whispering to the nun, and I hear her words; she says, 'Poor child, she is young, too young to have died like this, alone. I am having a mass said for her soul to-morrow morning." Madame d'Elphis looked up. Her large eyes, of which the lids were slightly reddened, rested on Vanderlyn's pale, drawn face.
Susy stood motionless, unable to lift a detaining hand or to find a final word of appeal. On her disordered dressing-table Mrs. Vanderlyn's gifts glittered in the rosy lamp-light. Yes: men were different, as he said. And now Nick had suddenly become perpendicular....
Vanderlyn, and then laughed bitterly because he had not "let" her go; a grim necessity had forced it it, or something else which might have been much less desirable. It was almost dinner-time when Anna came radiantly beautiful, with her crisp color heightened by the rapid run from her employer's in the Vanderlyn's great touring-car.
Vanderlyn's visitor again sat down; he laid open on his knee the leather portfolio, and out of it he took a large sheet of foolscap, which, unfolding, he handed to Laurence Vanderlyn. "This, Monsieur, is your dossier. If you can prove to me that it is incorrect in any particular, I will see that the error is rectified.
Vanderlyn's small delicately-restored countenance, which wore the same expression of childish eagerness as when she discoursed of the young Davenant of the moment. Once again Susy remarked that, in Ellie's agitated existence, every interest appeared to be on exactly the same plane.
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