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And she left him, and ran, shaking with indignation, into the next
room, where she took Mrs. Van Santen aside, and poured into her ears
the story of Sir William’s cowardly attacks and threats.
The old lady, in great alarm, called for Delia and Miss Davison, and
hurriedly consulted them as to what was to be done. She was in a state
of the greatest anxiety, but showed more quiet good sense than might
have been expected from one so simple in the world’s ways.
“Isn’t one of you two girls clever enough,” she said, “to talk to this
young man and show him that he’s behaving as badly as a man can? What
have we done that he should insult us like this? Even if Denver had
not played fair--which we all know is ridiculous--it would be worse
behavior in this young man to insult us all as he wants to do, than it
would have been of Denver to do what he says he believed he saw him do.”
“He must be stopped,” said Delia firmly. “He must be made to see he’s
making an ass of himself. We can’t have a scandal made about us, and
all our English friends offended and made to stay away.”
She was addressing Rachel, whose face was very grave.
“Of course,” said Miss Davison, “it doesn’t much matter if he does
behave as he suggests. Everybody knows you and knows the sort of
society you receive.”
“And that you, who have lots of friends in the best society, actually
stay with us,” added Delia.
Miss Davison assented.
“I really don’t think you need distress yourself about this silly lad,”
she said. “He would harm no one but himself if he were to go to a
police-station and tell his absurd tale. He has already made half the
people here think him mad, and I’m going to tell him so.”
She swept across the floor and entered the music-room, where the
baronet was talking in a low voice, but with great excitement, to
two or three other men who had been witnesses of the scene at the
card-table.
She broke into the group and called him aside, and, in a voice which
was audible all over the room, protested strongly and energetically
against his behavior.
“I should have thought,” she said, with a haughty movement of her
handsome head, “that, if you had been undeterred by any other
consideration, the knowledge that I, a friend of so many of your own
friends, have been staying with the Van Santens, would have been enough
to convince you that such a thing as you imagine could not occur here.”
But the young man, who had appeared so good-humored and so easy to
manage on previous occasions, was now as firm and as stubborn as he had
before been gentle.
“It is because you, a young lady of known position and a friend of
so many others of position, have stayed with these people and made a
friend of them, that I and my friends have taken them up,” he retorted
shortly. “It makes them all the more dangerous that they’ve succeeded
in hoodwinking a lady as clever as you are.”
The word caused a movement of astonishment at his tenacity, in the
group of men who were within hearing.
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