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Lady Durwent was rather a large woman, of middle age, with a high forehead unruffled by thought, and a clear skin unmarred by wrinkles. She had a cheerfulness that obtruded itself, like a creditor, at unpropitious moments; and her voice, though not displeasing, gave the impression that it might become volcanic at any moment.
Lady Durwent, wiping her eyes, went into the library, and Selwyn, who was not particularly enamoured of solitude and its attending tyranny of thoughts, followed her. Elise, who had stood in mute contemplation of her brother, neither addressing a remark nor being addressed, hesitated momentarily, then went into the drawing-room by herself and closed the door. 'Oh, Mr.
On receiving a summons to enter she went in, and a moment later emerged again. 'Will you please go in? she said. Thanking her for her trouble, Selwyn stepped into the room, which was lit only by the light from a log-fire, beside which Lord Durwent and his wife were seated.
Not wanting to disturb him, or give the impression that he had been watching, Selwyn softly withdrew by a door near the dogs, and after giving Mathews a half-sovereign, made a circuit of the lawns and approached the house as if he were coming from the woods. As he did so young Durwent emerged from the stables, followed by a collie-dog that jumped and frolicked about him as he walked.
Between them was Lady Erskin's rather pretty daughter, and behind her, with all her vivid personality made glorious in its setting of velvety cloak and creamy gown, was Elise Durwent, enjoying a three days' respite from her long tour of duty. The lights went out, and with the rising of the curtain the little drama of tenderness and cruelty held the stage.
'British stragglers, sir, said the sergeant who had taken charge of them. 'What unit are you from? asked the officer. His voice was calm and deep, but gave no indication as to how he felt disposed towards the two fugitives. In answer to his question Dick gave the name of his battalion, and Mathews did the same. 'How did you know my name? 'We met your corporal, sir, said Durwent.
H. Stackton Dunckley had held the resolutionist in a duel of language a combat with broadswords and honours were fairly even. The short-sleeved Johnston Smyth had waged futurist warfare against the modernist Pyford, while the Honourable Miss Durwent sat helplessly between them, with as little chance of asserting her rights as the Dormouse at the Mad Hatter's tea-party.
Now, old girl, if you'll give a leg up we'll go and see how the infant is lookin'. A few days later, in the chapel decked with flowers, the marriage of Selwyn and Elise took place. In spite of her disappointment that Elise was not marrying a title, Lady Durwent rose superbly to the occasion.
'Yes, Lady Durwent, he answered, with a cynical smile creeping into his lips, which seemed thin and almost cruel. 'I shall catch the 3.50. 'Then you must come again and see us sometime, Mr. Selwyn, she said, with that vagueness of date used by polite persons when they don't mean a thing. Lady Durwent rose with great dignity. 'Will you excuse me, Mr. Selwyn?
He tried to grapple with the thought; but through the pain and confusion of his mind he could only feel the presence of unseen fingers spelling out the words written in a hidden past. 'I wonder, said Durwent, after a pause of several minutes, during which neither had spoken, 'what happens when this is finished. 'Do you mean after death? said Selwyn, forcing his mind clear of its clouds.
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