Part 12 (1/2)
”Because,” he was saying quietly, ”if _that's_ it ... I must know. I must have a little time. There will be things to settle. I don't quite know how it happened; I suddenly saw you--and did it. Anyway, it's done--or begun.... But I won't stab Cosimo in the back.... It will have to be the Continent, I suppose. Paris. There's a little hotel I know in the Boulevard Montparna.s.se. It's not very luxurious, but it's cheap and fairly clean. Seven francs a day, but it would come rather less for the two of us. And you wouldn't have to spend much on dress in the Quartier.
Or there's Montmartre. Or some of those out-of-the-way seaside places. I should like to take you to the sea first, and then to a town----”
He stopped, and began to walk up and down the studio.
Amory was suddenly pale. She had not thought of this. She had thought that perhaps Mr. Strong might give a cry, rush across the studio, and take her in his arms; but of this cold and almost pa.s.sionless prevision of details she had not dreamed. And yet that was magnificent too. Edgar wasted no time in dalliance when there was planning to be done. There would be time enough for softer delights when the whole of the Latin Quarter lay spread out before them in indolent magnificence of bloom. He was terrifying and superb. Such a man not manage Mr. Prang! Why, here he was, ready to bear her off that very night at a word!
Paris--Montmartre--the Quartier!
It was Romance with a vengeance!
Then at a thought she grew paler still. The children! What about Corin and Bonniebell? It didn't matter so much about Cosimo; it would serve him right; but what about the twins? Were they also to be included in the seven francs a day? And wouldn't it matter how they dressed either in the Quarter? Or did Edgar propose that they should be left behind in Cosimo's keeping, with Britomart Belchamber for a stepmother?
Edgar had reached the door again now. He was not hurrying her, but there was a look on his face that seemed to say that all she needed was a hat and a rug for the steamer.
Such a very different thing from a carpet to roll round her----
She had risen unsteadily from the sofa. She crossed the floor and stood before Edgar, looking earnestly up into his blue eyes. She moistened her lips.
”What's happened----” she began in a whisper....
He interrupted her only to make the slightest of forbidding gestures with his hand; her own hands had moved, as if she would have put them on his shoulders. And she saw that he was quite right. At the touch of her his control would certainly have broken down. She went on, appealingly and almost voicelessly.
”What's happened--had to happen, hadn't it?” she whispered. ”_You_ felt it sweeping us away too--didn't you?... But need we say any more about it to-night?... I want to think, Edgar. We must both think.
There's--there's a lot to think about--and talk over. We mustn't be too rash. It _would_ be rash, wouldn't it? Look at me, Edgar----”
”Oh--I must go----,” he said with an impatience that he had not to a.s.sume.
”But look at me,” she begged. ”I shan't sleep a wink to-night. I shall think about it all night. It will be lovely--but torturing--dear!--But you'll sleep, I expect....” She pouted this last.
”I'm going away,” he announced abruptly.
”Oh!” she cried, startled.... ”But you'll come in to-morrow?”
”I shall go away for a few days. Perhaps longer.”
”But--but--we haven't settled about the paper!----”
He was grim.--”You don't suppose I can think about the paper _now_, do you?”
”No, no--of course not--but it _must_ be done to-day, Edgar! Or to-morrow at the very latest!... Can't we _try_ to put this on one side, just for an hour?”
He shook his head before the impossibility....
And that was how it came about that the Indian policy of the ”Novum” was left in the hands of Mr. Suwarree Prang.
Part II
I
THE PIGEON PAIR