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She was sorry, bitterly sorry for Radowitz the victim. But she loved Falloden the offender! It was the perennial injustice of passion, the eternal injustice of human things. When Falloden was half-way up the hill, he left the road, and took a short cut through fields, by a path which led him to the back of the cottage, where its sitting-room window opened on the garden and the view.
He set it right; and nearly dead with fatigue and excitement, unlocked his door, and called his family back. Then what triumph! What falling on each other's necks and what a déjeuner in the Palais Royal children and all paid for by the inventor's last napoleon! All this Falloden told, and told well. Connie could not restrain her pleasure as he came to the end of his tale.
Tell the keeper's wife that I shall bring a lady to tea there in about an hour. She knows." Joseph turned obediently, took the left hand road, and was soon out of sight. The two riders paced side by side through the green shadows of the wood. Constance was flushed but 'she looked happy and gracious. Falloden had not seen her so gracious since Oxford had brought them again across each other.
"There happens, however," he spoke slowly "to be a buyer at this moment in London, whom it would be difficult to beat in the matter of millions." He mentioned the name. "Not an American? Well, send him along." Falloden raised his eyebrows. "If my father doesn't feel able to see him, I can tackle him. He can choose his own day and hour. All our best pictures are at Flood." "And they include "
I thought him delightful! He is coming to play to me to-morrow." "Ah, I thought so!" said Falloden wrathfully. "He is an impossible person. He wears a frilled shirt, scents himself, and recites his own poems when he hasn't been asked. And he curries favour abominably with the dons. He is a smug of the first water. There is a movement going on in college to suppress him.
Haven't we had a golden time?" His tone smote her a little. "It was heavenly," she said, "till " "Till I behaved like a brute?" She laughed excitedly, and waved farewell. Falloden, smiling, watched her go, standing beside his horse a Siegfried parting from Brunhilde. When she and the groom had disappeared, he mounted and rode off towards another exit.
He saw that she danced twice with Radowitz, and that Falloden stood meanwhile in the doorway of the hall, twisting his black moustache, and chaffing Meyrick, yet all the time with an eye on the ballroom. And during one long disappearance, he found himself guessing that Falloden had taken her to the library for greater seclusion.
When she had asked Radowitz and Douglas to meet, each unbeknown to the other, when she had sent away the kind old aunts and prepared it all, she had reckoned on powers of feeling in Falloden, in which apparently only she and Aunt Marcia believed; and she had counted on the mystical and religious fervour she had long since discovered in Radowitz.
It was addressed in his father's hand-writing. He opened it mechanically; and in his preoccupation, he read it several times before he grasped his meaning. "My dear Son," wrote Sir Arthur Falloden "We expected you home early this week, for you do not seem to have told us that you were staying up for Commem. In any case, please come home at once.
The doctor eyed him discreetly, having no mind to be more mixed up in the affair than was necessary. "Who sent for you?" "Lord Meyrick rang me up, and when I got here I found Mr. Falloden and Mr. Robertson. They had done what they could." The colour rushed back into the boy's pale cheeks. "I remember now," he said fiercely. "Damn them!" The surgeon made no reply.
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