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"There it is, a little way up on the left." At that instant Spencer saw Bower raise his hat to the two women. They hurried inside the theater, and their escort turned to reënter his motor. The American had learned what he wanted to know. Miss Jaques had shaken off her presumed admirer, and Miss Wynton had aided and abetted her in the deed.
Bower smiled pleasantly, and gesticulated with hands and shoulders in a way that was foreign to his studiously cultivated English habit of repose. Indeed, with his climber's garb he seemed to have acquired a new manner. There was a perplexing change in him since the morning. "Yes," he said. "I understand perfectly. You and I might sing lieder ohne worte, Miss Wynton.
That element of cast steel in his composition, discovered by Dunston after five minutes' acquaintance, kept him rigid under the strain. "Sorry I should figure as spoiling your excursion, Miss Wynton," he was able to say calmly; "but, when all is said and done, the weather is bad, and you will have plenty of fine days later." Bower crept nearer. His action suggested stealth.
He wondered what had caused this sudden veering of purpose. It was certainly not the allurement of heavy gambling, for Spencer had declined the proposal as coolly as he now accepted it. Being a man of the world, he thought he could peer beneath the mask. To satisfy himself, he harked back to the personal topic. "By the way, does anyone know who Miss Wynton is?" he said.
As it is, I can only supply a sort of condensed statement, something about a nymph, a moonlit lake, the spirit of the glen, nice catchy phrases every one, with a line thrown in from Shelley about an 'orbéd maiden with white fire laden. Let me go back a hundred yards, Miss Wynton, and I shall return with the whole thing in order." "With such material I believe you would bring me a sonnet." "No.
It was impossible to hear all that was said, as the trio stood in the middle of the room and a couple of men passing up the stairs at the moment were talking loudly. But Spencer gathered that Millicent was explaining volubly how she and Miss Wynton had "dropped in here for luncheon by the merest chance," and was equally emphatic in the declaration that she was already overdue at the theater.
Ethelred, who had the dangerous office of conveying his brothers and sisters along with his mother's body to Dunfermline, died or was killed immediately after this feat, and was laid with the King and Queen before the rood altar in Dunfermline; and of Edmund, an elder son, we have but a confused account, Wynton and Fordun both describing him as "a man of gret wertu," who died in religion, having taken the cowl of a monk of Cluny; whereas William of Malmesbury accuses him of treachery and complicity in the murder of his base-born brother Duncan.
'Life in a Swiss hotel' would be nearer the mark." "Apart from the unusual surroundings, you will find it suspiciously like life in a quiet Norfolk village, Miss Wynton," said Bower. He paused, tasted the peach, and made a grimace. "Sour!" he protested. "Really, when all is said and done, the only place in which one can buy a decent peach is London." "Ah, a distinct score for Britain!"
"I want Miss Wynton to have a real good time. I also want to lift her up a few rungs of the journalistic ladder. But she is sensitive, and would resent patronage; so I must not figure in the affair at all. I have no other motive at the back of my head. I'm putting up two hundred pounds out of sheer philanthropy. Will you help?"
There is a proverb that contrasts the wind with woman's mind; but the disillusioned male who framed it evidently possessed little knowledge of weather changes in the high Alps, or else he " "Did you beguile me out of my cozy room at six o'clock on a frosty morning to regale me with stale jibes at my sex?" "Perish the thought, Miss Wynton!
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