The Works of Robert Louis Stevenson - Swanston Edition, Vol. 20Stevenson, Robert Louis
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The Works of Robert Louis Stevenson - Swanston Edition, Vol. 20
Stevenson, Robert Louis
French -- England -- Fiction; Prisoners of war -- Fiction
"A siege _en regle_!" I exclaimed.
"Let us come farther from the door," said Romaine, "and reconsider this
damnable position. Without doubt, Alain was this moment at the door. He
hoped to enter and get a view of you, as if by accident. Baffled in
this, has he stayed himself, or has he planted Dawson here by way of
sentinel?"
"Himself, beyond a doubt," said I. "And yet to what end? He cannot think
to pass the night there!"
"If it were only possible to pay no heed!" said Mr. Romaine. "But this
is the accursed drawback of your position. We can do nothing openly. I
must smuggle you out of this room and out of this house like seizable
goods; and how am I to set about it with a sentinel planted at your very
door?"
"There is no good in being agitated," said I.
"None at all," he acquiesced. "And, come to think of it, it is droll
enough that I should have been that very moment commenting on your
personal appearance, when your cousin came upon this mission. I was
saying, if you remember, that your face was as good or better than a
letter of recommendation. I wonder if M. Alain would be like the rest of
us--I wonder what he would think of it?"
Mr. Romaine was sitting in a chair by the fire with his back to the
windows, and I was myself kneeling on the hearthrug and beginning
mechanically to pick up the scattered bills, when a honeyed voice joined
suddenly in our conversation.
"He thinks well of it, Mr. Romaine. He begs to join himself to that
circle of admirers which you indicate to exist already."
CHAPTER XIX
THE DEVIL AND ALL AT AMERSHAM PLACE
Never did two human creatures get to their feet with more alacrity than
the lawyer and myself. We had locked and barred the main gates of the
citadel; but unhappily we had left open the bath-room sally-port; and
here we found the voice of the hostile trumpets sounding from within,
and all our defences taken in reverse. I took but the time to whisper
Mr. Romaine in the ear: "Here is another tableau for you!" at which he
looked at me a moment with a kind of pathos, as who should say, "Don't
hit a man when he's down." Then I transferred my eyes to my enemy.
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