"That funny old thing knows!" she thought. "He knows!"
Jernington was usually called an old thing, although he was not yet
forty.
His departure was due about the twentieth of August, but when that day
drew near Claude begged him to stay on till the end of the month.
Charmian was secretly dismayed. She had news from Lake that his campaign
on Claude's behalf had every prospect of success. Crayford was now at
Divonne-les-Bains, but had invited Lake to join him in a motor tour as
soon as his "cure"--by no means a severe one--was over.
"That tour, Mrs. Charmian, as I'm a living man with good prospects, will
end on the quay at Marseilles, and start again on the quay at Algiers.
Crayford has tried to bring off a fresh deal with Sennier, but been
beaten off by the pierrot in petticoats, as he calls the great
Henriette. She asked for the earth, and all the planets and
constellations besides. Now they are at daggers drawn. That's bully for
us. Take out your bottom dollar, and bet it that I bring him over before
September is ten days old."
September--yes. But Lake was impulsive. He might hurry things, might
arrive with the impresario sooner. Jernington must not be at
Djenan-el-Maqui when he arrived. If Claude were found studying with a
sort of professor Crayford would certainly get a wrong impression. It
might just make the difference between the success of the great plan and
its failure. Claude must present himself, or be presented by Lake as a
master, not as a pupil.
She must get rid of old Jernington as soon as possible.
But it now became alarmingly manifest that old Jernington was in no
hurry to go. He was one of those persons who arrive with great
difficulty, but who find an even greater difficulty in bringing
themselves to the point of departure. Never having been out of Europe
before, it seemed that he was not unwilling to end his days in a
tropical exile. He "felt" the heat terribly, but professed to like it,
was charmed with the villa and the comfort of the life, and "really had
no need to hurry away" now that he had definitely relinquished his
annual holiday at Bury St. Edmunds.
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