The Yellow Flag: A Novel. Volume 2 (of 3)Yates, Edmund
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The Yellow Flag: A Novel. Volume 2 (of 3)
Yates, Edmund
Fiction
'Wait,' said Pauline, 'until you have heard the result of my
proposition, which you condemned so quickly as dangerous. And first,
as to the danger. I will guarantee that she shall not suffer in the
smallest degree; but even if you thought the effects of the draught were
strong, and it were necessary to call in Doctor Broadbent, we need
not object to that, as he would be certain, not to betray us. If I am
allowed to have my own way, I shall so regulate the strength of the
draught that she does not return wholly and entirely to consciousness
until after forty-eight hours; then the story can be told to her of
the sudden manner in which she was seized by illness, and she can be
informed that while she was in a state of unconsciousness the funeral
had taken place. There is nothing extraordinary in these circumstances,
which are simple and coherent, and there is no reason to think that her
suspicions will be aroused.'
But, though perhaps with less hesitation than before, Martin Gurwood
still shook his head. 'I do not like it,' he said; 'it is such an
underhand proceeding.'
'What have all your proceedings been since you first found the position
in which you were placed with regard to this woman?' asked Pauline.
'This is one of those matters which it is not possible to treat by
ordinary means. Bah, Monsieur Martin, let us have no more of this
childishness. Will the plan which I propose get you out of the mess in
which you are involved?'
'Yes--it seems so--I should think it would--'
'Then leave it to me to carry out.'
'I think I had better consult Mr. Statham in the matter, Madame Du
Tertre, if you have no objection,' said Martin. 'You see I have taken
his advice already--and could see more--'
'My good monsieur,' said Pauline impatiently, 'I have no objection to
your consulting Mr. Statham, or any one for the matter of that, but do
you see that time presses? We are already in the afternoon, and it is
this evening that action must be taken. I confess I do not see how Mr.
Statham can improve upon my proposition.'
'No,' said Martin, 'I do not know that he could.' His yielding nature
was no match for this woman's determination. 'Then the best thing I can
do is, I suppose, to get back to London?'
'Yes,' said Pauline, with a smile; 'but I must trouble you to take me
with you. I have sent away my cabman, and I must see Mrs. Calverley,
and make up some story to account to her for the two or three days
during which I must necessarily be absent from her. Ah, Monsieur
Martin, what a world of deceit it is!'
'Did you say that you were coming back in my cab, Madame Du Tertre?'
said Martin, looking rather blank.
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