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But I wouldn't have missed Eglington's fighting speech for a good deal." "What was it about?" asked Hylda as they left the box. She had a sudden throb of the heart. Was it the one great question, that which had been like a gulf of fire between them? "Oh, Turkey the unpardonable Turk," answered Windlehurst. "As good a defence of a bad case as I ever heard."
I've known Hylda since she was ten, and I've known him since the minute he came into the world, and I've got the measure of both. She is the finest essence the middle class can distil, and he, oh, he's paraffin-vin ordinaire, if you like it better, a selfish, calculating adventurer!" Lord Windlehurst chuckled mordantly. "Adventurer! That's what they called me with more reason.
It was for his sake I meant to make it, for I thought him only hard and selfish, and that he had never loved; and if he only loved, I thought " She broke off, wringing her hands and staring into space, the ghost of the beautiful figure that had left the Opera House with shining eyes. The Duchess caught the cold hands. "Yes, yes, darling, I know. I understand. So does Windlehurst.
She had a cup of coffee and a sandwich brought to her by the night-porter, whom she had roused from sleep, for bedtime is early in Windlehurst, and then informed him that she was going for a short walk and would ring when she returned. Her heart leaped joyfully as she turned in at the drive gates of her home and felt the well-remembered gravel crunching under her feet.
"What is the world to me! I wanted my own world, the world of my four walls, quiet and happy, and free from scandal and shame. I wanted love and peace there, and now . . . !" "You must be guided by those who love you. You are too young to decide what is best for yourself. You must let Windlehurst and me think for you; and, oh, my darling, you cannot know how much I care for your best good!"
He will torture that sweet child over there until she poisons him, or runs away." "Isn't he too clever for that? She has a million!" "He'll not realise it till it's all over. He's too selfish to see how I hate him!" Lord Windlehurst smiled indulgently at her. "Ah, you never hated any one not even the Duke." "I will not have you take away my character.
Here was some new development in the history which had been torturing her old eyes, which had given her and Lord Windlehurst as many anxious moments as they had known in many a day, and had formed them into a vigilance committee of two, who waited for the critical hour when they should be needed. "We'll go at once if you like," she replied. "The opera will be over soon.
The Duchess held both her hands for a moment, admiring her, and, presently, with a playful remark upon her unselfishness, left her alone with Lord Windlehurst. As they talked, his mask-like face became lighted from the brilliant fire in the inquisitorial eyes, his lips played with topics of the moment in a mordant fashion, which drew from her flashing replies.
The new-comer was dressed in a grey and blue official dress, unrelieved save by silver braid at the collar and at the wrists. There was no decoration, but on the head was a red fez, which gave prominence to the white, broad forehead, with the dark hair waving away behind the ears. Lord Windlehurst held his eye-glass to his eye in interested scrutiny.
"I used to think you had no real feeling, Windlehurst. You didn't show it," she said in a low voice. "Ah, that was because you had too much," he answered. "I had to wait till you had less." He took out his watch.
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