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"So he may be," Vandermere answered grimly, "but his is not the Thespian stage. He is a lecturer and writer on occultism, and in his way, I suppose, he is amazingly clever." "Do you mean Bertrand Saton?" his friend asked, with interest. Vandermere nodded. "You have heard the fellow's name, of course," he said. "For the last month or so one seems to meet him everywhere, and in all sorts of society.
"I decided to come down and say something which I ought to have said some time ago," Captain Vandermere continued, "only you see you are really only a child, and you've got a lot more money than I have, and you are not of age yet, so I thought I'd let it be for a bit. But you know I'm fond of you, Lois." "Are you?" she asked, artlessly. "You must know that," he continued, bending over her.
"You will be quite happy." Vandermere turned back towards them. He had heard nothing of their conversation, but he saw that Lois was white, and he had hard work to speak calmly. "Come," he said to Lois, "I think we had better go on. Good morning, Mr. Saton!" Saton stood aside to let them pass.
The girl's fingers lay for a moment icy cold within his. Then she turned with a little breath of relief to Vandermere. They walked off together. Rochester signalled with his whip to Saton to wait for a moment. As soon as the other two were out of earshot, he leaned down from his saddle. "My young friend," he said, "it seems to me that you are wilfully disregarding my warning."
Vandermere, an ordinarily intelligent but unimaginative Englishman, of the normally healthy type, a sportsman, a good fellow, and a man of breeding and Saton, this strange product of strange circumstances, externally passable enough, but with something about him which seemed, even in that clear November sunshine, to suggest the footlights.
Vandermere was conscious that in some way the girl by his side was changed. She drew a little away from him. "Very well," she said, "I shall be pleased to go in and see her. You do not mind, Maurice?" "Not at all," he answered. "If I may be allowed, I will come with you." There was a moment's silence. Then Saton spoke quietly, regretfully.
It seems there's some young fellow been about down here whom she isn't very stuck on, and she seemed to be afraid " "Well, go on," Lois said calmly. "Well, that he was making the running with you a bit," Captain Vandermere declared, feeling that he was getting into rather deeper waters.
"You don't know whether he is in the neighborhood or not?" "I have not heard," Rochester answered. "To tell you the truth, if he has as much sense as I believe he has, he is probably on his way to the Continent by now." "I have an idea, somehow," Vandermere continued, "that Lois is afraid he'll turn up to-day."
"He isn't particularly good-looking," the friend remarked "striking I suppose people would say." "He has a sort of unwholesome way of attracting women," Vandermere remarked. "Look how they all manoeuvre to walk out with him." Saton was exercising his rights as lion of the party, and leaving early. The Duchess whispered something in his ear, at which he only laughed.
"You are quite a stranger, Miss Champneyes," Saton said, taking her unresisting hand in his. "I hope that you are going in to see the Comtesse. Only this morning she told me that she was finding it appallingly lonely." "I I wasn't calling anywhere this afternoon," Lois said timidly. "Captain Vandermere has come down to stay with us for a few days, and I was showing him the country. This is Mr.
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