Part 21 (1/2)
”Why, I guess I'll have to give him quite up then”
But here De Presle-Vaulx made an exclamation, and before them all took Molly in his arms:
”No,” he said tenderly, ”never, never! _That_ the last of all! Mr
Bulstrode is right I ether Couldn't you? Wouldn't you coirl
”Nothing--” De Presle-Vaulx whispered, ”nothing, counts but _you_”
Over their heads Bulstrode met his friend's eye, and in his were--he could not help it--triuer at him and tears
At this moment the waiter put his head in at the door and implored Monsieur to come down if he wanted the seat in the
”Oh, we're co!” Mrs Falconer cried ine on the table Put it on your eyes Don't be long or we'll lose our place The West will keep!”
She went out of the door and Bulstrode followed her In the hall she said tartly:
”Well, I hope you're satisfied! I never saw a more perfect inquisitor
Why didn't you live at the ti question:
”I am satisfied,” he said happily, ”with both of them; they're bricks”
The ladyby his side to the elevator
Froarian ars and wines and the distinct suggestion of good things to eat ca their nostrils
As Bulstrode followed the brilliant woman, a sense of defeat came over him and with less conviction he repeated:
”I _aed Mary Falconer desperately, ”you know _I've_ no right to think, or feel, or criticise! I never pretend to run people's lives or to act the benefactor or to take the place of Fate”
The light danced and sparkled on the jet in her black dress, on the jewels on her neck Under her black feather-hat her face, brilliant and glowing, seemed for once to be defiant to him, her handsome eyes were dark with displeasure
The poor fellow could never recall having caused a cloud to ruffle her face before in his life It was not like her Her tenderness for a second had gone He could not live without that, he knew it, what ever else he o
He said, with soht: if one can buy even _a honeymoon_ for another couple he shouldn't lose the opportunity”
She looked up at hiround floor--they had left the elevator and they stood side by side in the hall The lady had a very trifle softened, not very rateful
”We must wait here,” she said, ”for the others to coo in alone, and I don't knohere my husband is; I haven't seen him all day”
Bulstrode continued spiritlessly: ”Molly, if you reed me to tell De Presle-Vaulx how 'perfectly ridiculous' my scheme for the Wild West is I will tell him this--you will coach me,--there'll be some pleasure in that, at least! and then I'll find out for what sum the Marquise de Presle-Vaulx will sell her son I'll buy hiht it out quite siirl”