They were standing face to face now upon the hearthrug. ”
“I did not come,” she faltered. ‘Now then,
missie, where do you think you’re going?’
‘I must see Jacques only for one little minute,’ Melusine told him prettily,
fluttering her lashes. Furiously, she dashed his hands away. He filled the rôle of comrade which Spurlock dared not
enact, at least not utterly as he would have liked. ”
The lights sank, the prelude to the third act was beginning, the music rose and
fell in crowded intimations of lovers separated—lovers separated with scars and
memories between them, and the curtain went reefing up to display Tristan lying
wounded on his couch and the shepherd crouching with his pipe. Her eyes were lit with a gleam of humour. ‘Get out! Out, I say! Think I want another miserable cowardly good-for-nothing
wastrel on my hands? Begone! Out of my house!’
He drove them to the door, grimly satisfied when the girl’s nerve broke. He ate
of the bread with great appetite, and having drunk as much as he chose of the
water, poured the rest on the floor. Let me go,
Sir. Once she stopped in front of a mirror and looked at herself
thoughtfully.
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