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Jaffery's coming with us." "Good, I'll get on my coat. Send Eileen to me. I must tell her about house things." She went out. Jaffery laid his heavy hand on my shoulder. "What a wonder of a wife you've got!" "I don't need you to tell me that," said I. We went downstairs to put on our coats and then round to the garage to hurry up the car. "There's some dreadful trouble at Mr.
She's going straight to Jaffery's flat to hunt for those manuscripts." "Well, let her," said Barbara. "We know she can't find them, because they don't exist." "But, my darling Barbara," I cried, "everything else does. And everything else is there. And there's not a blessed thing locked up in the place!" "Do you mean ?" she cried aghast. "Yes, I do. I must get up to town at once and stop her."
Her lips were parted the ripeness of youth and health rendered her adorable. A flush stained her ivory cheek you will find the exact simile in Virgil. She was too desirable for Jaffery's self-control. He bent forward in his chair they were sitting face to face, so that he had his back to the motor omnibuses and put his great hand on her knee. "Why not we two?"
Liosha turned, marched superbly away, opened the garden door and, passing through, slammed it in his face. It had been a very pretty, primitive quarrel, free from all subtlety. Elemental instinct flamed in Jaffery's veins. If he could have given her a good sound thrashing he would have been a happy man. This accursed civilisation paralysed him.
And, indeed, to confirm Jaffery's last statement, here is a bit of a scrawl from Liosha her complete account of the incident: "We've just had the most awful storm I ever did see. The cargo go loose in the hold and we had to fix it up. I got a cut on the head and had to stay in bed till the storm finished. I must say it gave me an awful headache, but there I guess I'm better now."
The second post bringing Jaffery's epistle had just arrived when I was leaving Northlands that morning, and it was but an accident of haste that the envelope had not been destroyed. I took the opportunity of tearing it up while Adrian was reading. With the pieces in my hand, I peered about the room. "What are you looking for?" he asked. "Your waste-paper basket." "Haven't got such a thing."
"And do you know, Hilary, there's the makings of a devilish fine woman in Liosha, if one only knew the right way to take her." The right way, I think, was known to me, but I did not reveal it. I assented to Jaffery's proposition. "She has a vile temper and the mind and facile passions of a Spanish gipsy, but she has stunning qualities. She's the soul of truth and honour and as straight as a die.
When she saw Barbara, to whom she related this conversation, she complained of Jaffery's unfeeling conduct. He had no right to hang up Adrian's great novel on account of his own wretched business. Letting the latter slide would have been a tribute to his dead friend. Barbara did her best to soothe her; but we agreed that Jaffery had made a bad start.
Give a young horse with a long, swishy tail a quarter of an hour's run in an ordinary bachelor's rooms, and you will have the normal appearance of Jaffery's home. This was obviously the tidying up to which he had referred. I swept his correspondence into one drawer. I gathered together the manuscript of his new novel and swept it into another.
"I guess we've settled everything," Liosha replied sweetly. "No one can replace Mrs. Considine." I quite enjoyed our little silent walk downstairs. Evidently Jaffery's theory of primitive woman had been knocked endways; and, to judge by the faint knitting of her brow, Barbara was uneasily conscious of a mission unfulfilled. Liosha had gained her independence.
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