But she will respect you."
She stood for a few moments silent, her arm resting against the window
jamb and her head on her arm. She remained there so long that at last I
rose and, looking at her face, saw that her eyes were full of tears. She
dashed them away with the back of her hand, gave me a swift look, and
went and sat in the shadow of the room. An action of this kind on the
part of a woman signifies a desire for solitude. I lit a cigarette and
went into the garden.
It was a sorry business. I saw as clearly as Lola that Lady Kynnersley
desired to purchase Dale's immediate happiness at any price, and that
the future might bring bitter repentance. But I offered no advice.
I have finished playing at Deputy Providence. A madman letting off
fireworks in a gunpowder factory plays a less dangerous game.
Presently she joined me and ran her arm through mine.
"I'll write to Dale this afternoon," she said. "Don't let us talk of it
any more now. You are tired out. It's time for you to go and lie down.
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