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He spoke, briefly, with iron coldness. "The choice is yours. Only if you refuse to give her the sanctuary of widowhood I will! After all it would be the safest way for all concerned." Dacre went back a pace. "Going to murder me, what?" he said. Monck's teeth gleamed in a terrible smile. "You need not refuse," he said. "True!"
His hands were clenched hard at his sides. "I've got to go!" he said. "I've got to go!" There was a moment's silence. Then: "May I see the message?" said the Colonel. Monck's eyelids flickered sharply, as if he had been struck across the face. He thrust out his right hand and flung a crumpled paper upon the table. "There, sir!" he said harshly.
And by leaving the coalition abruptly before union was accomplished he had put himself entirely out of the running. In a group of able men which included several potential prime ministers Macdonald had advanced to the first place by reason of gifts precisely suited to the demands of the hour. Lord Monck's choice was therefore justified.
"In fact you avoid all things feminine," she said. "How discreet of you!" A large white moth floated suddenly in and began to beat itself against the lamp-shade. Monck's eyes watched it with a grim concentration. Stella's were half-closed. She seemed to have dismissed him from her mind as an unimportant detail. The silence widened between them. Suddenly there was a movement.
Dacre, you know, married young Denvers' sister the girl who is now Monck's wife. Dacre was killed on his honeymoon only a fortnight after the wedding. You remember that, Burton?" He turned abruptly to the Major who had entered while he was speaking. Burton came to a stand at the table. His eyes were set very close together, and they glittered meanly as he made reply.
I am a humble, homeless beggar, at present living upon the charity of my brother, Captain Monck." She came a step nearer. "Why do you call me that? You are not Captain Monck's brother really, are you?" He spread out his hands with a deprecating gesture. "I never contradict royal ladies, Princess, but I have always been taught to believe so."
Dacre's leave will be up, and they must allow time to get back. Stella talks as if they are fixed there for ever and ever." "She is enjoying it then?" Monck's voice still sounded as if he were thinking of something else. Tommy made grudging reply. "I suppose she is, after a fashion. I'm pretty sure of one thing." He spoke with abrupt force.
Stella, at work in the drawing-room, heard a sudden sharp exclamation from the verandah where Monck was seated before a table littered with Hindu literature, and looked up to see Tessa, with a monkey-like grin of mischief, smoking the cigarette which she had just snatched from between Monck's lips.
She met his look steadily. "You know what will happen, don't you?" she said. "He will order me to Bhulwana." Monck's hand tightened upon hers. "Better that," he said, under his breath, "than to lose you altogether!" "And if it kills me to leave you?" she said. "What then?" He made a gesture that was almost violent, but instantly restrained himself. "I think you are braver than that," he said.
"Did she tell you so?" There was no irony in Monck's tone this time. It fell short and stern. Again Tommy glanced at him as one uncertain. "Not likely," he said. "Then why do you make the assertion? What grounds have you for making the assertion?" Monck spoke with insistence as one who meant to have an answer. And the boy answered him, albeit shamefacedly. "I really can't say, Monck.
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