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She had yet to learn that the wine was heavier than any she had yet drunk. She strained her ears to catch more of what the fascinatingly conceited young man was saying about his inexhaustible topic. Good-looking boy, if he cut his hair and shaved his moustache off. She saw Gaga look anxiously and wonderingly across at her, with a kind of hunger; and she was shaken by a mischievous notion.
She had never been so glad of Toby since their first exulting days of passion, and her whole nature was bubbling and trembling towards him in the old way, as if they had come together again after some long dreadful estrangement. And then Sally remembered Gaga. She had been laughing so much in herself at this long evening of freedom, that the recollection was like ice to her heart.
And she kept such control of the situation that Gaga was afraid to give words to the timid ardour which shone from his expressive glance. Sally was herself: it was still she who conferred every favour, and not Gaga. Presently she had a thought that whipped across her mind like a sting. "D'you know what I've been doing since we came here before?" she demanded.
Gaga looked at his shoes, again at Sally, again at his shoes. "Look here," he blurted out, "I wish you'd...." Sally's ears were pricked; but they heard only the opening of the door of Madam's room as Miss Summers returned. Both Sally and Gaga turned away, as if in slight chagrin. Then Gaga backed out of the workroom. The conversation was over. It was time to go home.
Labordette had brought the whole collection in a single fly, and they were still laughing at the way they had been squeezed with Maria Blond on her knees. But on entering the room they pursed up their lips, and all grew very conventional as they shook hands and exchanged salutations. Gaga even affected the infantile and lisped through excess of genteel deportment. Tatan Nene alone transgressed.
"Even the necklace may drift to the surface in the eruption which is sure to take place in the near future," smiled Ned. "Now about Gaga," he continued. "Suppose you look around and see if you can't find a room in the old house which would not be used to-night, even if the plotters should come."
Yet so much depended upon all this that she dared not make a mistake. Gaga's good-will was of enormous importance. In his hands lay some of her future. If she could help him, earn rewards, understand the business, she could master everything. And Madam what if Madam died? Supposing she suddenly died, and left Gaga in control of the business, what would happen? Sally hoisted her shoulders in doubt.
"Yes, but who the officer was at the Ardayre ball I cannot yet trace. Stanislass is quite a gaga he spends his time packed off to play piquet at the St. James' he has no bosse des cartes, it is his burdensome duty." "He does not feel the war?" "He is numb." "What will you do if you catch her red-handed?" "I shall have her shot without a moment's compunction. It would be a fitting end."
Gaga was the key with which she would enter into her proper sphere. He must be her mascot. With her head bent Sally stitched busily on, never allowing ambition to distract her from the immediate task. Baffled, the girls fell again to their work. That Sally Minto was deep you couldn't tell what she was doing, what she was thinking. She was deep.
Half an hour later she slipped out, and along the street Gaga was waiting. He raised his hat a thing Toby would never have done if he had left her so recently and fell into step beside her. Sally shot a bright eye full of assurance. As Gaga showed himself nervous, so her assurance increased. "Where would you like to go?" asked Gaga. "Oo, you know better than ... I do," answered Sally, meekly.
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