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His interest in me died out the day you left." Justine forced a laugh to hide her annoyance. She had not yet recovered from the shrinking disgust of her last scene with Wyant. "Don't be a goose, Bessy. If he hasn't come, it must be because you've told him not to because you're afraid of letting him see that you're disobeying him." Bessy laughed again. "My dear, I'm afraid of nothing nothing!
I don't yet understand what part I have been made to play, but it's evident that you have made use of me to serve some purpose of your own, and I propose to know the reason why." Count Ottaviano advanced with an imploring gesture. "Sir," he pleaded, "you permit me to speak?" "I expect you to," cried Wyant. "But not here," he added, hearing the clank of the verger's keys.
"You ought to eat more." "No, no. I'm very well." She lifted her head, revived by the warm draught. The mechanical act of nourishment performed, her mind leapt back to the prospect of Amherst's return. A whole month before he reached Lynbrook! He had instructed her where news might find him on the way ... but a whole month to wait! She looked at Wyant, and they read each other's thoughts.
When she had written to Wyant that she would see him on the morrow she had done so with the clear understanding that she was to give, at that meeting, a definite answer to his offer of marriage; and during her talk with Bessy she had suddenly, and, as it seemed to her, irrevocably, decided that the answer should be favourable.
He went on with increasing volubility, his deliberate English swept away by a torrent of Italian, through which Wyant, with some difficulty, struggled to a comprehension of the case.
But her promise to see Wyant the next day reminded her of the nearness of her peril. How could she have played with her fate so lightly she, who held her life so dear because she felt in it such untried powers of action and emotion?
He dropped into a seat with dull eyes and slackening lips, and his daughter drew the curtain across the picture. Wyant turned away reluctantly. He felt that his opportunity was slipping from him, yet he dared not refer to Clyde's wish for a photograph. He now understood the meaning of the laugh with which Doctor Lombard had given him leave to carry away all the details he could remember.
The Reverend Ernest Lynde, who was a young man, with more zeal than experience, deemed it his duty to obey this injunction to the letter; but hitherto he had had to content himself with a talk with the housekeeper, or a brief word on the doorstep from Wyant.
It's a question of incessant vigilance...of utilizing every hour, every moment.... Time's all I ask, and you can give it to me, if any one can!" Under the challenge of his tone Justine rose to her feet with a low murmur of fear. "Ah, don't ask me!" "Don't ask you ?" "I can't I can't." Wyant stood up also, turning on her an astonished glance. "You can't what ?"
But when at length, in her dressing-gown, her loosened hair about her shoulders, she seated herself before the toilet-mirror, Wyant's note once more confronted her. It was absurd to put off reading it if he asked for money again, she would simply confide the whole business to Amherst. She had never spoken to her husband of her correspondence with Wyant.
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