He was into his overcoat and outside theentrance
before they had even reached the stairs. His glance, dark and prominent as ever,
fell to thoseslippers and his demeanour seemed to stammer.
With stars and moon, or, as to-night, lampless and
shuttered, it was a great companion. Just let me look out and seethat the coasts
clear.
There,in a doorway, he scrutinised names until
Clare came out.
No; go downstairs and smoke your pipe, and tell
nurse when shecomes. There,in a doorway, he scrutinised names until Clare came
out.
Exactly the same, Stack; he might almost be there.
Clare touched his coat cuff, and there was another silence. Hehad not had an evening
watch so pleasant for a long time.
Youd have looked divine, Tony, in a buff jerkin,
and oneof those caps with a long green feather.
Why not both stay with her and see thesun
rise?
That corn of his was beginning to shoot a
bit.
A voicesaid:Its just getting light, Tony, but I
cant see to read the hymn.
Cant stand any more of her voice, he heard Lady
Corven say; andthe young man answering: Ghastly!
Would there never bea long and perfect
stop?
Hewaited, then turned to feel his way back. No sign
in her of passion or disturbance; he mighthave been her brother.
Hes hurt her in some way,as, of course, he would.
Would there never bea long and perfect stop? A conspicuous tie hadthe special
faculty of distracting attention from a face.
Chayne also paid and followed to the
corner.
In theStrand they stood debating, then walked
again, but only into arestaurant across the street. Theres thepublic performer, with
the private life, incarnate!
The French have their uses; no other country can
show you thetransitions of art so dearly.
Dinny stood, with her head bowed, feeling this to
the very marrowof her soul. Poor dear, and youve got to do all this back
again.
Pardon me, miss, I was just going to change
em.
You and I must go a little tour in
France.
Resolutely she wentto the door, climbed the stairs
to Wilfrids rooms, and rang thebell.
Cant stand any more of her voice, he heard Lady
Corven say; andthe young man answering: Ghastly! He had never been further
thanBoulogne, and, so far as he could see, never would.