Though Rollie loyally tried, as endurance would permit, to watch with
Marien through the night, sustaining snubs and shafts with humble
patience and venturing an occasional dismal attempt at cheer, the first
sign of relaxation in Miss Dounay’s mood was vouchsafed not to him but
to François.
This was when at eight o’clock the next morning, after toiling painfully
up the steps at the landing pier, her eyes fell upon the huge black
limousine, with the faithful chauffeur, his arms folded upon the wheel,
his head leaning forward upon them, sound asleep. He had been there
since ten-thirty of the night before. Other chauffeurs had waited and
fumed, had sputtered to and fro in joy-riding intervals, and had gone
home; but not François. A smile of pride and satisfaction played across
Miss Dounay’s face at this exhibition of faithfulness,—and especially in
the presence of this jaded, dispirited crowd.
"François," Miss Dounay exclaimed, prodding his elbow until his head
rolled sleepily into wakefulness, "I could kiss you!"
However, she did not. Rollie opened the door, Miss Dounay stepped back,
motioned into the comfortable depths Mrs. Harrington and as many other
of the ladies as the car would accommodate, and was whirled away.
*CHAPTER XXXII*
*THE COWARD AND HIS CONSCIENCE*
On the theory that his duty as an escort still survived, Rollie was
given a seat upon the limousine beside François; but at the door of the
St. Albans Miss Dounay dismissed him as curtly as if she had quite
forgotten that he was now or ever of any importance to her.
While to escape a breakfast with that thistle-tempered lady on such a
morning would, under ordinary conditions, have been a distinct relief,
this morning it appealed to Rollie as merely palliative. It was a
mercy, but no more. He did not expect to know one single sensation of
real relief until he saw Miss Dounay holding her precious diamonds once
more in her hands. It was his intention, after a hasty breakfast, to
make the swiftest possible transit to the residence of the Reverend John
Hampstead and there secure the loan of a certain key and rush back to
the bank. Within, say, seven minutes thereafter, he anticipated that
this taste of true relief would come to him.
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