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‘D’ye think I would tell a lee?’ said Archie, wrathfully, glowering
down on the tall figure pacing leisurely along. ‘God forbid that my lips
should fa’ tae sic iniquity. It’s true, I tell ye; the lass has rin awa’
an’ left her faither--a godly mon, tho’ I’m no of his way of thinkin--to
curse the day he had sic a bairn born until him. Ah, ‘tis sorrow and
dule she hath brought tae his roof tree, an’ sorrow and dule wull be her
portion at the hands o’ strangers,’ and with this scriptural ending
Mr McIntosh sharply whipped up Rory, and went on towards the stable,
leaving Vandeloup standing in the road.
‘I don’t think he suspects, at all events,’ thought that young man,
complacently. ‘As to Madame Midas--pouf! I can settle her suspicions
easily; a little virtuous indignation is most effective as a blind;’
and M. Vandeloup, with a gay laugh, strolled on towards the house in the
gathering twilight.
Suddenly he recollected the letter, which had escaped his thoughts, in
his desire to see how McIntosh would take the disappearance of Kitty,
so as there was still light to see, he leaned up against a fence, and,
having lighted another cigarette, read it through carefully. It appeared
to afford him considerable satisfaction, and he smiled as he put it in
his pocket again.
‘It seems pretty well forgotten, this trouble about Adele,’ he said,
musingly, as he resumed his saunter; ‘I might be able to go back again
in a few years, if not to Paris at least to Europe--one can be very
happy in Monaco or Vienna, and run no risk of being found out; and,
after all,’ he muttered, thoughtfully, fingering his moustache, ‘why
not to Paris? The Republic has lasted too long already. Sooner or later
there will be a change of Government, and then I can go back a free man,
with a fortune of Australian gold. Emperor, King, or President, it’s all
the same to me, as long as I am left alone.’
He walked on slowly, thinking deeply all the time, and when he arrived
at the door of Mrs Villiers’ house, this clever young man, with his
accustomed promptitude and decision, had settled what he was going to
do.
‘Up to a certain point, of course,’ he said aloud, following his
thoughts, ‘after that, chance must decide.’
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