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"He asked you to?" "Yes." She uttered an exclamation of contempt. "He's afraid!" Wrayford made no reply, and she went on: "I'm not. Tell me everything, please." "Well, he's chucked away a pretty big sum again " "How?" "He says he doesn't know. He's been speculating, I suppose. The madness of making him your trustee!" She drew her hands away. "You know why I did it.
The more I have myself, the more I want to make other people happy." Isabel gently freed herself and laid the work-bag on her embroidery-frame. "I have a headache; perhaps that made me stupid. I'm going to bed." She turned toward Wrayford and held out her hand. "Good night." "Good night," he answered, opening the door for her.
"If there's anything more you want to ask me about " "Gad, no! I had full measure and running over this afternoon. The deuce of it is, I don't see where the money's all gone to. Luckily I've got plenty of nerve; I'm not the kind of man to sit down and snivel because I've been touched in Wall Street." Wrayford got to his feet again.
Isabel's a little harsh at times and of course this isn't going to make her any easier to live with." "Very well," said Wrayford. Stilling, with a look of relief, walked toward the window which opened on the terrace. "Gad! what a queer night! Hot as the kitchen-range. Shouldn't wonder if we had a squall before morning.
The silence was so intense that Wrayford fancied he heard a faint rustling in the shrubbery on the high bank behind the boat-house, and the crackle of gravel on the path descending to it. He closed the door again and turned back into the darkness; and as he did so the other door, on the land-side, swung inward, and he saw a figure in the dim opening.
I'm soft-hearted that's the worst of me." Stilling moved toward the tray, and lifted the brandy decanter. "And she'll take it better from you; she'll have to take it from you. She's proud. You can take her out for a row to-morrow morning look here, take her out in the motor-launch if you like. I meant to have a spin in it myself; but if you'll tell her " Wrayford hesitated.
"It's the storm!" Isabel whispered. "He's coming to see about the launch." Wrayford dropped noiselessly from the bench and she caught him by the arm. "Isn't there time to get up the path and slip under the shrubbery?" "No, he's in the path now. He'll be here in two minutes. He'll find us." He felt her hand tighten on his arm. "You must go in the skiff, then. It's the only way."
"Well, if you have my standards, you can't buy a thing in a minute. You must look round, compare, select. I found there were lots of motor-boats on the market, just as there's lots of stuff called champagne. But I said to myself: 'Ten to one there's only one fit to buy, just as there's only one champagne fit for a gentleman to drink. Argued like a lawyer, eh, Austin?" He tossed this to Wrayford.
By George, sir, I'd like either of you to see the time it takes I won't say the brain but just the time it takes to pick out a good motor-boat. Why, I went " Mrs. Stilling set her embroidery-frame noiselessly on the table at her side, and turned her head toward Wrayford. "Would you mind ringing for the tray?" The interruption helped Mrs. Swordsley to waver to her feet.
It yielded at once, as if with a kind of evil alacrity; and at their feet they saw, under the motionless solid night, another darker night that moved and shimmered. Wrayford threw himself back against the opposite wall, behind the door. A key rattled in the lock, and after a moment's fumbling the door swung open. Wrayford and Isabel saw a man's black bulk against the obscurity.
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