"My people never trouble about me," he said. "They know me too well.
You see, I've only a couple of uncles and a maiden aunt to go into
hysterics; and my lawyers won't advertise while they can bank my
dividends. It's different with you, Gavin. I'll bet your people were
on the scent long ago; and that's to say nothing about Evelyn. Of
course, she has not held her tongue. No woman does when she's in love
with a man; and sometimes she can be eloquent when she is not. Oh,
yes, I'll go nap on Evelyn all the time. She must know that we
shouldn't stay in this cursed country for three months if we had the
train fare to get out. Of course, she'll cry out about it--and if she
cries loudly enough the Government will act. Not that I believe much
in Governments--they generally weigh in when the corpse is buried."
Gavin smiled but did not raise his head. A fire of logs burned in the
grate before them and filled the room with a haze of heavy smoke; the
tapping of a man's stick had ceased, and the house was without sounds
and void. In the hills above them a wild wind scoured the clefts and
sent whirling clouds of snow to cover all living things below. The
torrent beneath the drawbridge had become a monstrous scala of icy
steps, a ladder with glistening rungs which none but the eagle dared.
"Three months--is it really three months?" Gavin exclaimed in a tone of
unspeakable weariness; "three months in this awful den. Three months
listening to that blind devil and his insults. God, I would never have
believed that a man could go through so much and live. And you,
Arthur--not a word from you since the beginning. That's what hits me.
If you'd only speak out and tell me what I ought to hear, it would be
easier."
Arthur laughed and stooped to light his pipe by the fire again.
"What's the good of talking. A pal asks you to come and you go. Is it
his fault if a wheel comes off the coach? Let me have five minutes
alone with that blind scoundrel and I'll be eloquent enough. Otherwise
I intend to make myself as comfortable as I can under the
circumstances. There's no fun in boxing scimitars--as we both of us
have discovered."
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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