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When we had descended some three thousand feet the sunshine warmed our backs and we began to revive. At 10 a.m. we reached the timber and were safe. Half an hour later we heard Sisson shouting down among the firs, coming with horses to take us to the hotel. After breaking a trail through the snow as far as possible he had tied his animals and walked up.
Arthur, my boy, give Mr. Sisson some Marsala and take some yourself." "Thank you, Sir," said the well-nourished young man in nice evening clothes. "You'll take another glass yourself, Sir?" "Yes, I will, I will. I will drink a glass with Mr. Sisson. Major, where are you wandering off to? Come and take a glass with us, my boy." "Thanks, Sir William," drawled the young major with the black patch.
But it was evident Lilly was not at the house. Aaron wished more than ever he had not come, but had gone to an hotel. He made out that the woman was asking him for his name "Meester ? Meester ?" she kept saying, with a note of interrogation. "Sisson. Mr. Sisson," said Aaron, who was becoming impatient. And he found a visiting card to give her.
"It matters," he said; "it matters. People should always be responsible for themselves. How can any people be responsible for another race of people, and for a race much older than they are, and not at all children." Aaron Sisson watched the other's dark face, with its utterly exposed eyes. He was in a state of semi-intoxicated anger and clairvoyance.
"No," said Millicent from the kitchen. The doctor, with his soft, Oriental tread followed Mrs. Sisson into the parlour. Aaron saw his wife hold up the candle before his portrait and begin to weep. But he knew her. The doctor laid his hand softly on her arm, and left it there, sympathetically. Nor did he remove it when Millicent stole into the room, looking very woe-begone and important.
"It is certainly a good thing for society that men like you and Mr. Lilly are not common," said Sir William, laughing. "Becoming commoner every day, you'll find," interjaculated the Colonel. "Indeed! Indeed! Well. May we ask you another question, Mr. Sisson? I hope you don't object to our catechism?" "No. Nor your judgment afterwards," said Aaron, grinning.
"It can't be." But Josephine's face was closed and silent. She did not answer. The whole party moved out on to the crimson-carpeted gangway. Groups of people stood about chatting, men and women were passing along, to pay visits or to find drinks. Josephine's party stared around, talking desultorily. And at length they perceived Jim stalking along, leading Aaron Sisson by the arm.
"For as long as one holds, the other will pull," concluded Aaron Sisson philosophically. "An' I'm almighty sure o' that," said Kirk. There was a little pause. "Yes, that's all there is in the minds of you men," said the landlady. "But what can be done with the money, that you never think of the education of the children, the improvement of conditions "
Sisson, you needn't worry," he heard the voice of the doctor on the stairs. "If she goes on as she is, she'll be all right. Only she must be kept warm and quiet warm and quiet that's the chief thing." "Oh, when she has those bouts I can't bear it," Aaron heard his wife's voice. They were downstairs. Their feet click-clicked on the tiled passage. They had gone into the middle room.
"But what difference does it make," said Aaron Sisson, "whether they govern themselves or not? They only live till they die, either way." And he smiled faintly. He had not really listened to the doctor. The terms "British Government," and "bad for the people good for the people," made him malevolently angry. The doctor was nonplussed for a moment. Then he gathered himself together.
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