The Trespasser, Volume 3

off by the train, and as he was leaving, Gaston and he recognised each other. The lad's greeting was a little shy until he

d been no end of talk; but he didn't see what all the babble

tly. Cluny could not be dishonest, though h

she went like a baby; cried, and wouldn't stay at Cannes any longer: so we're

ter call, Cluny?" Gasto

the matter to himself. Gaston smiled, said that he might,- he was only in t

as they were before, won't they? You're go

cut in,' Cluny boy

't all over with Deli

and dropped a hand

over, Cluny." Cluny

rough on he

the Commons! Ah, one way only: he must come back alone-alone-and live it down. Fortunately, it wasn't an intrigue-no matter of divorce-a dompteuse, he believed. It must end, of course, and he would see what could be done. Such a chance -such a chance as he ha

aid Gaston dryly. Lord Faramond ca

back-not to live the thing down, but to ho

rugged a shoulde

not sa

o. No one man is stronger than massed opinion. It is merely a m

e Belward be so infatuated? He rose, Gaston thanked him for the meeting, and

hand towards the Chamber of the House. "It is the greatest game in the w

rs trembled on the lace she held. They looked many years older. Neither spoke his name, nor did they offer their hands. Gaston did not wince, he had expected

at it would be best to tell them all. "Can it do any

ar it," she murmured. She w

sion and simplicity were poignant. From the day he first saw Andree in the justice's

meditation: "a strange girl, with a remarkable face. Yo

y Belward, leaning on her

e letter to Andree: all, except that Andree was his wife. He had

t will you do?" a

back first to Andree." Si

ossi

ll go back." Lady Bel

edeem the past! You ca

same: liv

he answered; "

m good-bye. He did not offer his hand, nor did they. But

sto

. She held

he said. "Give the woman up, and come b

way?" he asked, g

and indignation, he cried out as he had never done in his life: "Nothing, nothing, nothing but disgrace! My God in heaven! a lion-tamer-a g

swered quietly. "The first Gaston showed us the way. His

ds. "Good-bye-grandmother," he sai

usekeeper stepped forward, h

ll come back again? Oh, d

about her shoulder, and

ll come back here-if I

esently Sir William rose, and walked up and down. He paused at last,

ar I was violent. I would like

ook her hand, and held

" she said at last, as the tower

er close to him, and Hovey, from the door,

uncle, the servant said. He got their address. There was little left to do but to avoid reporters, two of whom almost forced themselves in upon hi

entail of the property, drawn by Sir Gaston Belward, which, through being lost, was never put into force. He was not sure that it had value. If it had, all chance of the estate was gone for him; it woul

rote a few words in pencil on the document, and in a few moments it

less, but he has an hon

years in the last few hours. She had had no sleep on the journey, and her mind had been strained unbearably. It had, however, a fixed

ner changed instantly. Could he do anything? No, nothing. She was left alone. For a long time she sat motionless, then a sudden restlessness seized her. Her brain seemed a burning atmosphere, in which every thought, every thing showed with an unbearable intensity. The terrible clearness of it all-how it made

in. Presently the servant entered with a telegram.

ns, the Place de la Concorde! The innumerable lights were so near and yet so far: it was a kink of the brain, but she seemed withdrawn from them, not they from her. A woman passed with a baby in her arms. The light from a kiosk fell on it as she passed. What a pre

shed to visit the animals? He would go with her; and he picked up a light. No, she would go alone. How were Hector and Balzac, and Antoinette? She took the keys. How cool and

r soft call. As she entered, she saw a heap moving in one corner-a lion lately bought. She spoke, and th

o the ground. She had made no

golden dawn was creeping in, when he found her with two lions protecting, keeping guar

h she had carried in her cloak

the body for burial, who telegraphed to Gaston at Audierne, getting a reply from Jacques that he was

e and her relative

………

. He remembered when two men, old friends, discovered that one, unknowingly, had been living with the wife of the other. There was one too many-the sit

meless, a sensualist, who had wrecked the girl's happiness and his. He himself had done a mad thing in the eyes of the world, b

move himself for ever from the situation? De

n are usually shy of storm to foolishness, and one or two of the crew urged the drunken skipper not to start, for there were signs of

close-reefed the sails, keeping as near the wind as possible, with the hope of weathering the rocky point at the western extremity of the Bay des Trepasses. By that time there was a heavy sea running; night came on, and the weather grew very thick. They

, a heavy sea broke over her, and they were all washed

knew not where. The current kept driving him inshore. As in a dream, he could hear the breakers-the pumas on their tread-mill of death. How long would it last? How long before he would be beaten upon that tread-mill-fondled to death by those mad paws? Presently

thud-thud, tread-tread of an army. How reckless and wild it was! He stretched up his arm to strike- what was it? Something hard that bruised: then his whole body was dashed against t

iving thing in that wild bay, and hurried on into the dark again; but came

the stone of the vanished City of Ys in the warm sun, and the fierce pumas trod their grumbling way. Sea

e saw life's responsibilities clearer, duties swam grandly before him. It was a large dream, in which, for the time, he was not conscious of those troubles which, yesterday, had clenched his hands and knotted his forehead. He had come a step higher in the way of life, and

but he did not know that he was going alone. He did not know that Andree

rst he did not see a boat ma

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