"Of course she won't mind. Does she know that you love her?"
He nodded. She stared, and then rang the bell. "Bring Mr. Carron a
brandy and soda, Fledge; he is not well."
She went to the window and stood looking out into the quiet street until
the man had returned and she heard Carron set down the empty glass.
Then, without looking at him, she came back. Her shallow soul was
dismayed.
"Dinner at 8.30?" he asked after a pause.
"Yuss. Good-bye till then, for I must fly and make some calls."
"Good-bye, Tony. You are sure that boy isn't coming? I--I am getting to
hate him----"
"Nonsense," she laughed harshly, for she was not merry; "he isn't even
invited. He is in the country, I tell you."
"Then, _au 'voir_."
"_Au 'voir_, Gerry."
He went away, feeling that his cause perhaps was not utterly hopeless.
And in her gaudy bedroom, in the caravanserai that had been her idea of
luxury, his wife lay dead.
CHAPTER EIGHT
When the women had left the dining-room Carron got up from his place and
sat down by Joyselle, who looked at him with unconcealed astonishment.
He had never liked Carron, and knew that the man did not like him.
"When is your next concert to be, M.
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