Yet her aunt, with a ringed hand flitting to
her lips and a puzzled, worried look in her eyes, deaf to all this riot of warmth
and flitting desire, was playing Patience—playing Patience, as if Dionysius and
her curate had died together. It
was a motor accident—a fatal motor accident the evening papers called it. Even now she could trace the outline of his
shape behind the left-hand curtain. Then she saw him. "What of her?" exclaimed Jack, starting up. “He dissembles,” he said. ”
She seated herself in a loose and easy attitude and surveyed the backs of the
Avenue houses; then her eyes wandered to where the new red-and-white villas
peeped among the trees. "Right!—right!" cried Jack, striking his fettered hands against his breast. Do
you think I forget it? Didn't they help themselves to all the plate and the money
—to several of my best dresses, and amongst others, to my favourite kincob
gown; and I've never been able to get another like it! Marry, come up! I'd hang
'em all, if I could. ‘That is my mother. ”
He put his hands in his pockets, his mouth puckered to a whistle, and he went
to the door of the outer preparation-room and stood there, looking, save for the
faintest intensification of his natural ruddiness, the embodiment of blond
serenity. And I suppose it is too much to expect that any entirely English young lady
would be prepared to tolerate me for the remainder of my life.
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