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Standing there, with his back to Cartoner, he went on: "No message to any one in Warsaw?" "No," answered Cartoner. "No you wouldn't have one. You are not that sort of man. Gad! You are hard, Cartoner hard as nails." Cartoner did not answer. He was already putting together his possessions already furling his solitary tent.
But now, without apparent reason, that which is called fate had suddenly accorded him that gracious and inconsequent attention which has forever decided the sex of this arbiter of human story. Cartoner still knew what he wanted, and avoided the common error of wanting too much. For the present he was content with the desire to avoid the Princess Wanda Bukaty. And this he was not allowed to do.
"And Reginald Cartoner," suggested Deulin, turning to look over his shoulder for the change which he knew would come into Netty's eyes. And it came. "Yes," she said. She looked as if she would like to ask a question, but did not give way to the temptation. She did not know that Cartoner was in the house at that moment, and Wanda, too.
The driver was half asleep, and looked about him with a placid, stupid face. Here was a man who had heard nothing. Cartoner called him, and did not wait for him to descend to unhook the heavy leather apron. "The telegraph office," he said. And when the driver had settled down to his usual breakneck speed, he urged him to go faster.
He was telling me about his mother. It must be terrible to have a near relation a sailor." She spoke in a gentle voice, and it was evident that she had a heart full of sympathy for the suffering and the poor. "I wish some of my relations were sailors," replied Mr. Mangles, in his deepest tones. "Could spare a whole crew. Let me introduce my friend, Mr. Cartoner Miss Cahere."
Which was quite true. But Deulin reached the end by a happy guess, and that easy exercise of intuition which is the special gift of the Gallic race, while Cartoner worked his way towards his goal with a steady perseverance and slow, sure steps. "In a moment of danger give me Cartoner," Deulin had once said.
She turned to Cartoner with a smile as if about to speak; but she saw his face, and she said nothing, and her own slowly grew grave. He came towards her, upright and still and thoughtful. She did not look at him, but past him towards the closed door. He only looked at her with quiet, remembering eyes. Then he went straight to the point, as was his habit.
I am here to learn everything but not from you." "Martin hinted at that," said Wanda, slowly, "but I did not believe him." And she looked at Cartoner with a sort of wonder in her eyes. It was as if there were more in him more of him than she had ever expected. And he returned her glance with a simplicity and directness which were baffling enough. He looked down at her.
"Let go! let go!" cried the jockey through his teeth, as Cartoner and Deulin, one on each side, crammed the stirrups over his feet. "Let go! I'll teach him!" And they obeyed him, for the horse interested them less than the Prince Bukaty, lying half-stunned on the turf. They were both at his side in a moment and saw him open his eyes. "I am unhurt," he said. "Help me up. No! sh h!
"I have been thinking about it," he said, in his quick way, "and it won't do, you know it won't do. You cannot appear in Warsaw as our friend. It would never do for us to show special attention to you. Anywhere else in the world, you understand, I am your friend, but not in Warsaw." "Yes," said Cartoner, "I understand." He rose as he spoke, for Prince Martin was holding out his hand.
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