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Maurice Hewlett
no good. He
paid nobody anything at all when she was in the same county. He used
to sit listening to her thrilling the waves of air. He used to hear her
voice in the wind-- and when it changed, he used to fire off his
answers!"
Mrs. Germain laughed--whether at Chevenix or his preposterous hero is
not to be known. "You are rather absurd," she said. "Mr. Senhouse
never gave me the idea of that sort of person. Why did they never--?"
Chevenix narrowed his eyes to the merest slats. "_Marry?_" he said, in
an awed whisper. "Is that what you mean?"
Mrs. Germain showed him her soft brown orbs, which for two seasons
had been said to be the finest pair of dark eyes in London. "Yes," she
said, "I do mean that. How clever of you to guess!"
Chevenix bowed to her. "Not at all," he said. "I'm quite good at that
kind of thing. You have to be, if you knock about. Besides, that's the
whole point. Bless you! He would just as soon have married Diana of
the Ephesians. He said so. I heard him. He would have thought it an
insult to hint at it. Didn't I tell you that he was a poet?"
"Yes," the lady said quickly. "You did. But I suppose poets
occasionally marry."
"Not that sort," Chevenix pronounced, with a shake of the head. "At
least, they don't marry the right person. They never do. Or there are two
or three persons. Look at Shelley. Look at Dante. I happen to know all
about both of 'em. Senhouse drank 'em up--and gave 'em out like steam.
He thought no end of Dante and Shelley. As a matter of fact, he didn't
believe in marriage, as a game--as a kind of institution, you know. He
thought it devilish wrong--and said so--and that's where the trouble was.
Marry Sancie! I wish to heaven he had. There'd have been no trouble at
all. They were made for each other. She loved his fun--and was easy
with him, you see. She was queerish, too--a shy young bird; but she
was quite at home with him. No, no. The trouble really began with him

putting her out of conceit with marriage. And then she didn't care for
him in that sort of way, then. And then--well, the less said the better."
"Oh," said Mrs. Germain, absorbed by the devolutions of the tale.
"Oh!"
"'Oh's the sort of expression one used at the time," said Chevenix.
"There wasn't much else to be said. It was a holy row." He mused, he
brooded, and said no more. Luckily for him, he discovered Dover at
hand, and escaped. Mrs. Germain was put into a first-class carriage by
two attendant squires, provided with tea and a foot-warmer; and then
Chevenix bowed himself away and Senhouse disappeared. She had a
novel on her knees, but read little. She looked out of window, frowning
and biting her red lip. When she reached Victoria she tightened both
lips, and you saw that, so compressed, they made a thin red line straight
above a square chin. Her charm and favour both lay, you then
discovered, in expression.
Senhouse, hatless and loose-limbed, stood at the door to help her out.
She accepted his services, and was put into a cab.
"Where's he to take you?" he asked her pleasantly.
She said at once, "To Brown's Hotel." Then, before she got in, with a
hand, unperceived by the general, just touching his arm, "Jack, I want
to speak to you, but not to-night. Will you come in the morning, please?
I am rather tired, and shall dine early and go to bed. Is my maid here?"
She looked about. "Oh, I suppose she's seeing to the luggage. You
might find her, and tell her where to come to."
Senhouse smiled and nodded. "Certainly. All these things shall be done.
Anything else before you go off?"
She hesitated for a minute, then said, "Yes, there is one more thing.
You mustn't come to Brown's like that. You must put on ordinary
things."
He raised his eyebrows, then laughed--throwing his head up.
"Wonderful lady! Wherewithal shall I be clothed? Do you really think
these things matter?"
She was firm. "I really do. I hope you will be kind enough
to--to--please me."
He looked very kindly at her. "My dear," he said, "of course I shall. Be
quite easy about it." He held out his hand. "Good night, Mary."
She took it, but didn't meet his look. "Good night," she said, and drove

away without another signal.
Senhouse, shouldering his bundle, found the lady's maid, and gave her
her sailing orders. His manner to her was exactly that which he had
shown to the mistress, easy, simple, and good-humoured. Leaving
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