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Not one of them was really displeased because of this rapid alteration in their plans. Cynthia was ill at ease; Mrs. Leland wished to rejoin her guests at Trouville; Vanrenen, who was anxious to complete certain business negotiations in Paris, believed that a complete change of scene and new interests in life would speedily bring Cynthia back to her own cheery self; while Mrs.
They were inevitable as the milestones, and Vanrenen, who was just as prone as other men to look at facts through his own spectacles, failed to understand how an intelligent girl like his daughter could remain in constant association with Viscount Medenham for five days, and yet not discover his identity.
Don't ask me for further details now, Miss Vanrenen. He will not cross your path in the near future, and I promise to tell you the whole story long before there is any chance of your meeting him again." For some reason, deep hidden yet delicately distinct, Cynthia extracted a good deal more from that simple speech than the mere words implied.
"You mean to stay in Hereford during the whole of to-morrow, Miss Vanrenen?" he asked. "Yes. Somehow, I don't see myself scampering across the map on the British Sabbath. Besides, I am all behindhand with my letters, and my father will be telegraphing something emphatic if I don't go beyond 'Much love' on a picture postcard."
"I wanted to ask you a few questions, Miss Vanrenen," he explained. "Pray do, as they say in Boston." But he was not quite himself yet. He noticed that the lights were extinguished in the corner of the second floor. "Is that your room?" he asked, pointing to it. "Yes." Her air of blank amazement supplied a further tonic. "Queer thing!" he said. "I thought so. More of the occult, I suppose.
At last, rousing himself from his dreaming for he was now back in his club again, sipping a cup of tea he glanced at his watch. Five o'clock a likely hour to find Mr. Vanrenen in the hotel, if, as was most probable, Devar's telegram to his mother was altogether mistaken in its report of the millionaire's movements.
She was pretty, and no wandering chauffeur had ever before turned aside the arrows of her bright eyes so heedlessly. "Then you have seen Miss Vanrenen?" inquired Medenham, sipping his tea. "Ra-ther!" said Smith. "Saw her in Paris, at the Ritz, when my people sent me over there to learn the mechanism of this car.
Devar's faint protests, and tried to mitigate the blow she had inflicted by adding, with a valiant smile: "For this occasion only, Jupiter must content himself with Mercury as a companion." "If I had Jove's power " he began wrathfully. "If you were Cynthia Vanrenen, you would do exactly what she is doing," she cried, and fled from the window.
With a man like Vanrenen at one end, however, and a woman like his daughter at the other, it might be fairly assumed that even the most complex skein of circumstances might be resolved from its tangle. As a matter of curious coincidence, the vessel which carried Marigny to England passed in mid-Channel its sister ship conveying the grief-stricken party of relatives to France.
Thus, on Friday, when they had motored to Grasmere, and had gathered before lunch in the lounge of the delightfully old-fashioned Rothay Hotel, Vanrenen happened to pick up an illustrated paper, containing a page of pictures of the Scarland short-horns. Now, being a busy man, he gave little heed to the terminological convolutions of names among the British aristocracy.
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