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So, reasoning with herself, seeking to reassure herself, crying shame on her fear, she stepped noiselessly forth into the verandah and slipped, silent as that shadow had been, through the intervening space of darkness to the open window of Monck's room. She reached it, was blinded for a moment by the light that poured through it, then, recovering, peered in.
But Netta's perversity and Netta's devilry were uppermost in her that day, and when at last Monck curtly ordered her not to worry herself but to leave the child alone, she gave up her efforts in despair. Tessa was riding for a fall. It came eventually, after two hours' provocation on her part and stern patience on Monck's.
Tommy also assisted with much readiness though the increasing heat was anathema to him also. He was more considerate for his sister just then than he had ever been before. Often in Monck's absence he would spend much of his time with her, till she grew to depend upon him to an extent she scarcely realized.
I think it very doubtful if General Bassett will now require your services upon his staff." He paused. Monck's hands were clenched and rigid, but he spoke no word, and gave no other sign of emotion. "You have nothing to say to me?" the Colonel asked, and for a moment the official air was gone. He spoke as one man to another and almost with entreaty.
The Colonel's voice had a rasp in it, but that also held more of anxiety than anger. Monck turned and directly faced him. "I am compelled to refuse," he said. There was a brief silence. Colonel Mansfield was looking at him as if he would read him through and through. But no stone mask could have been more impenetrable than Monck's face as he stood stiffly waiting.
Monck's eyes came out of the distance and surveyed him, coldly curious. "I thought so," he said, and in his voice was an odd inflection as of one who checks a laugh at an ill-timed jest. Dacre stamped again like an infuriated bull. "If I had her here I'd strangle her!" he swore. "That brother of yours is an artist. He has sketched her to the life the she-devil!" His voice cracked and broke.
It's time you pulled up." Tommy turned crimson. "I?" he stammered. "Who says so? Stella?" There was the suspicion of a smile about Monck's grim mouth as he made reply. "No; not Stella, though she well might. I've heard you being beastly rude to her more than once. What's the matter with you? Want a kicking, eh?" Tommy hunched himself in his wicker chair with his chin on his chest.
Ermsted, regarding whom the report had gone forth that she was very seriously ill. Lady Harriet sought to probe Stella upon the subject and was plainly offended when she pleaded ignorance. She also tried to extract Monck's opinion of poor Captain Ermsted's murder. Had it been committed by a mere budmash for the sake of robbery, or did he consider that any political significance was attached to it?
Ralston went away to the window to hide her tears. "Please, God, don't separate them now!" she whispered. It was many minutes later that Stella spoke again, softly, into Monck's ear. "Everard darling husband the baby our baby don't you wouldn't you like to see it?" "The baby!" He spoke as if startled.
He could hear Monck's footsteps coming through the gate of the compound, but he was not paying any attention to Monck for once. His troubled mind scarcely even registered the coming of his friend. Only when the latter mounted the steps on to the verandah and began to move along it, did he turn his head and realize his presence. Monck came to a stand beside him.
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