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He had come nearer, and towered above her on the other side of the railings. He glanced at her hands. He fancied she was trembling, and it occurred to him that she had her part perhaps in that little game that was to be sprung on his old man to-morrow. He had come just in time to spoil their sport. He was entertained by the ideascornful of the baffled plot. But all his life he had been full of indulgence for all sorts of womens tricks. She really was trembling very much; her wrap had slipped off her head. Poor devil! he thought. Never mind about that chap. I daresay hell change his mind before to-morrow. But what about me? I cant loaf about the gate til the morning. She burst out: It is youyou yourself that hes waiting for. It is you who come to-morrow. He murmured. Oh! Its me! blankly, and they seemed to become breathless together. Apparently he was pondering over what he had heard; then, without irritation, but evidently perplexed, he said: I dont understand. I hadnt written or anything. Its my chum who saw the paper and told methis very morning . Eh? what? He bent his ear; she whispered rapidly, and he listened for a while, muttering the words yes and I see at times. Then, But why wont today do? he queried at last. You didnt understand me! she exclaimed, impatiently. The clear streak of light under the clouds died out in the west. Again he stooped slightly to hear better; and the deep night buried everything of the whispering woman and the attentive man, except the familiar contiguity of their faces, with its air of secrecy and caress. He squared his shoulders; the broad-brimmed shadow of a hat sat cavalierly on his head. Awkward this, eh? he appealed to her. To-morrow? Well, well! Never heard tell of anything like this. Its all to- morrow, then, without any sort of to-day, as far as I can see. She remained still and mute. And you have been encouraging this funny notion, he said. I never contradicted him. Why didnt you? What for should I? she defended herself. It would only have made him miserable. He would have gone out of his mind. His mind! he muttered, and heard a short nervous laugh from her. Where was the harm? Was I to quarrel with the poor old man? It was easier to half believe it myself. Aye, aye, he meditated, intelligently. I suppose the old chap got around you somehow with his soft talk. You are good-hearted. Her hands moved up in the dark nervously. And it might have been true. It was true. It has come. Here it is. This is the to-morrow we have been waiting for. She drew a breath, and he said, good-humouredly: Aye, with the door shut. I wouldnt care if And you think he could be brought round to recognise me Eh? What? You could do it? In a week you say? Hm, I daresay you couldbut do you think I could hold out a week in this dead-alive place? Not me! I want either hard work, or an all-fired racket, or more space than there is in the whole of England. I have been in this place, though, once before, and for more than a week. The old man was advertising for me then, and a chum I had with me had a notion of getting a couple quid out of him by writing a lot of silly nonsense in a letter. That lark did not come off, though. We had to clear outand none too soon. But this time Ive a chum waiting for me in London, and besides |
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