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Strange that such great matters, so old a mansion, a family so ancient and so dull, should come to depend for perpetuity upon the intelligence, the discretion, and the cunning of a Latin-Quarter student! What Bellairs had done, I must do likewise.
Then she said majestically, but with a tremor in her metallic voice: "I am not surprised." "It is my doing," shrieked Aunt Aggie, in the strangled squeak in which we always explain that it is "only a crumb" gone wrong. And she relapsed into a fresh spasm. Lady Blore sternly bade her be silent. Colonel Bellairs was slightly annoyed.
It is reception night at the palace of the Duchess Valerie du Bellairs. The apartments are flooded with a mellow light from paraffine candles in solid silver candelabra. The company is the most aristocratic and wealthy in Paris. Three or four brass bands are playing behind a portiere between the coal shed, and also behind time.
So Mr. Bellairs' stratagem failed. Before the two days, with their constant comings and goings, were over, Mrs. Costello saw, with dismay, that not only was Mr.
Her eyes were full of a wistful inexplicable meaning; her whole figure with its dark and graceful beauty seemed to express a mystery, but it was one to which no key appeared. "Her father?" Mrs. Bellairs repeated. "He was a Spaniard, was not he?" "I have never said so. People imagined it, and I was glad that they should, but it is not true." "Who then? She is dark like a Spaniard or Italian."
"This'll be another untrustworthy Mohammedan!" said Colonel Carter in a pointed undertone, and Bellairs blushed crimson underneath the tan. "He's ridden through from Jundhra, with torture waiting for him if he happened to get caught, and no possible reward beyond his pay. Look out he doesn't spike your guns!" The trooper rode straight up to Colonel Carter and saluted.
It was best, probably, that Lucia and Maurice should not meet again, and certainly that Lucia should be placed within reach of her future guardians. But Mrs. Costello sighed over her plan. Mr. Bellairs came, according to his promise, and drove Mrs. Costello and Lucia to Fairfield, where they were to take the boat for Moose Island.
Bellairs feared lest another strange face at the bedside might disturb the dying man; she lingered, therefore, at a little distance, but she, too, looked with wonder at the silent figure lying there in a kind of peaceful state, all unlike the vagrant Indian the supposed criminal she had heard of. Mrs. Costello came to her, and Lucia sat down in her mother's place.
"I don't know," he went on, "whether Mr. Bellairs has told you the details of Clarkson's death I mean as to what appeared to influence him in making his confession?" "No," she answered, rather wondering what this could have to do with her.
The debt, and not the drummer, was supposed to be the cause of the hegira; she had concealed her liabilities, they were on the point of bursting forth, she was weary of Bellairs; and she took the drummer as she might have taken a cab.
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