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She could not tell what would happen now. When Mina Zabriska brought back the news from Fairholme, and announced it with an intensity of significance which the sudden aggravation of an illness long known to be mortal hardly accounted for, Major Duplay grew very solemn. The moment for action approached, and the nearer it came, the less was the Major satisfied with his position and resources.
The last thing that Madame Zabriska the style sat oddly on her child-like face and figure, but Mina Zabriska at the age of twenty-eight had been a widow three years desired to do was harm; the thing she best loved to make was mischief.
"It's a funny thing, though. That's not really why I took her up." He shook his head in puzzle; perhaps he could hardly be expected to recognize that it was that pride of his pride in his mother, his race, himself which had made him bid Mina Zabriska look upon Lady Tristram as she slept.
And opposite to him sat Mina Zabriska, rather silent and demure, but losing no chance of reminding him by a stealthy glance that this ordinary talk covered a remarkable situation as indeed it did, but not of the precise nature that Mina supposed. Neeld felt as though he were behind the scenes of fate's theatre, and he did not find the place comfortable.
"I will know," she said excitedly, almost angrily. Neeld came to a stand opposite her, deep perplexity expressing itself in his look and manner. "Did he talk about us? Did he talk about Lady Tristram?" "I am speaking to you, and to you only, Madame Zabriska?" "Yes, yes to me only." "He did mention you, and he did speak of Lady Tristram."
Meanwhile Mina Zabriska had flown to the library at Merrion Lodge, and, finding books that had belonged to a legal member of the family in days gone by, was engaged in studying the law relating to the succession to lands and titles in England. She did not make quick progress.
Then she was going back to Merrion and she hoped Cecily was coming with her. He Harry would not be there anyhow! "Certainly not," he agreed. "But what's the matter, Madame Zabriska? You don't complain that I didn't accept that I couldn't fall in with my cousin's peculiar ideas?" "Oh, you can't get out of it like that! You know that isn't the point." "What in the world is then?" cried Harry.
Yet he made what everybody except Mina Zabriska considered a very appropriate little speech. Cecily was content to say, "Thank you," but her father could not refuse himself the privilege of reply; the reply was on her behalf, but it was mainly about himself also a not uncommon characteristic of after-dinner oratory.
The three men sprang to their feet; with a sudden wrench Mina turned her chair round toward the door. A tall slim girl in black came in with a quick yet hesitating step. "Forgive me, Madame Zabriska. But I had to come. Harry said you were his friend. Do you know anything about him? Do you know where he is?" She looked at the men and blushed as she returned their bow with a hurried recognition.
"My dear Madame Zabriska!" murmured Neeld, feeling as if he were being made fun of. "And it's not really my book. I've only edited it." "But that's just as good," Mina insisted amiably. "Do tell me what it is." "Here you are, Mina. There's the full title and description for you. There's nothing else in the paper." Iver handed it to her with a stifled yawn.
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