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To Marry Her In The Face Of Garvington's Opposition."
"In What Way?"
"Can't You Guess? Garvington Only Allowed Me To Marry His Sister Because
I Am A Wealthy Man. I Absolutely Bought My Wife By Helping Him, And She
Gave Herself To Me Without Love To Save The Family Name From Disgrace.
She Is A Good Woman, Is Agnes, And Always Places Duty Before
Inclination. Marriage With Her Pauper Cousin Meant Practically The
Social Extinction Of The Lambert Family, And Nothing Would Have Remained
But The Title. Therefore She Married Me, And I Felt Mean At The Time In
Accepting The Sacrifice. But I Was So Deeply In Love With Her That I Did
So. I Love Her Still, And I Am Mean Enough Still To Be Jealous Of This
Cousin. She Shall Never Marry Him, And I Know That Garvington Will
Appeal To His Sister's Strong Desire To Save The Family Once More; So
That She May Not Be Foolish Enough To Lose The Money. And Two Millions,
More Or Less," Ended Pine Cynically, "Is Too Large A Sum To Pay For A
Second Husband."
"Does Agnes Know These Conditions?"
"No. Nor Do I Intend That She Should Know. You Hold Your Tongue."
Miss Greeby Pulled On Her Heavy Gloves And Nodded. "I Told You That I
Had Some Notion Of Honor. Will You Let Lambert Know That You Are In This
Neighborhood?"
"No. There Is No Need. I Am Stopping Here Only For A Time To See A
Certain Person. Silver Will Look After Agnes, And Is Coming To The Camp
To Report Upon What He Has Observed."
"Silver Then Knows That You Are Ishmael Hearne?"
"Yes. He Knows All My Secrets, And I Can Trust Him Thoroughly, Since He
Owes Everything To Me."
Miss Greeby Laughed Scornfully. "That A Man Of Your Age And Experience
Should Believe In Gratitude. Well, It's No Business Of Mine. You May Be
Certain That For My Own Purpose I Shall Hold My Tongue And Shall Keep
Lambert From Seeking Your Wife. Not That He Loves Her," She Added
Hastily, As Pine's Brows Again Drew Together. "But She Loves Him, And
May Use Her Arts--"
"Don't You Dare To Speak Of Arts In Connection With My Wife," Broke In
The Man Roughly. "She Is No Coquette, And I Trust Her--"
"So Long As Silver Looks After Her," Finished Miss Greeby
Contemptuously. "What Chivalrous Confidence. Well, I Must Be Going. Any
Message To Your--"
"No! No! No!" Broke In Pine Once More. "She Is Not To Know That I Am
Chapter 4 (Secrets) Pg 37Here, Or Anything About My True Position And Name. You Promised, And You
Will Keep Your Promise. But There, I Know That You Will, As
Self-Interest Will Make You."
"Ah, Now You Talk Common Sense. It Is A Pity You Don't Bring It To Bear
In The Case Of Silver, Whom You Trust Because You Have Benefited Him.
Good-Day, You Very Unsophisticated Person. I Shall See You Again--"
"In London As Hubert Pine," Said The Millionaire Abruptly, And Miss
Greeby, With A Good-Humored Shrug, Marched Away, Swinging Her Stick And
Whistling Gayly. She Was Very Well Satisfied With The Knowledge She Had
Obtained, As The Chances Were That It Would Prove Useful Should Lambert
Still Hanker After The Unattainable Woman. Miss Greeby Had Lulled Pine's
Suspicions Regarding The Young Man's Love For Agnes, But She Knew In Her
Heart That She Had Only Done So By Telling A Pack Of Miserable Lies.
Now, As She Walked Back To The Manor, She Reflected That By Using Her
Secret Information Dexterously, She Might Improve Such Falsehood Into
Tolerable Truth.
Pine Flung Himself Down Again When She Departed, And Coughed In His
Usual Violent Manner. His Throat And Lungs Ached, And His Brow Was Wet
With Perspiration. With His Elbows On His Knees And His Face Between His
Hands, He Sat Miserably Thinking Over His Troubles. There Was No Chance
Of His Living More Than A Few Years, As The Best Doctors In Europe And
England Had Given Him Up, And When He Was Placed Below Ground, The
Chances Were That Agnes Would Marry His Rival. He Had Made Things As
Safe As Was Possible Against Such A Contingency, But Who Knew If Her
Love For Lambert Might Not Make Her Willing To Surrender The Millions.
"Unless Garvington Can Manage To Arouse Her Family Pride," Groaned Pine
Drearily. "She Sacrificed Herself Before For That, And Perhaps She Will
Do So Again. But Who Knows?" And He Could Find No Answer To This
Question, Since It Is Impossible For Any Man To Say What A Woman Will Do
Where Her Deepest Emotions Are Concerned.
A Touch On Pine's Shoulder Made Him Leap To His Feet With The Alertness
Of A Wild Animal On The Lookout For Danger. By His Side Stood Chaldea,
And Her Eyes Glittered, As She Came To The Point Of Explanation Without
Any Preamble. The Girl Was Painfully Direct. "I Have Heard Every Word,"
She Said Triumphantly. "And I Know What You Are, Brother."
"Why Did You Come Here?" Demanded Pine Sharply, And Frowning.
"I Wanted To Hear What A Romany Had To Do With A Gorgio Lady, Brother.
And What Do I Hear. Why, That You Dwell In The Gentile Houses, And Take
A Gentile Name, And Cheat In A Gentile Manner, And Have Wed With A
Gentile Romi. Speaking Romanly, Brother, It Is Not Well."
"It Is As I Choose, Sister," Replied Pine Quietly, For Since Chaldea Had
Got The Better Of Him, It Was Useless To Quarrel With Her. "And From
What I Do Good Will Come To Our People."
Chapter 4 (Secrets) Pg 38Chaldea Laughed, And Blew From Her Fingers A Feather, Carelessly Picked
Up While In The Thicket Which Had Concealed Her Eavesdropping. "For
That, I Care That," Said She, Pointing To The Floating Feather Slowly
Settling. "I Looks To Myself And To My Love, Brother."
"Hey?" Pine Raised His Eyebrows.
"It's A Gorgio My Heart Is Set On," Pursued Chaldea Steadfastly. "A
Regular Romany Rye, Brother. Do You Think Lambert Is A Good Name?"
"It's The Name Of The Devil, Sister," Cried Pine Hastily.
"The Very Devil I Love. To Me Sweet, As To You Sour. And Speaking
Romanly, Brother, I Want Him To Be My Rom In The Gentile Fashion, As You
Have A Romi In Your Gorgious Lady."
"What Will Kara Say?" Said Pine, And His Eyes Flashed, For The Idea Of
Getting Rid Of Lambert In This Way Appealed To Him. The Girl Was
Beautiful, And With Her Added Cleverness She Might Be Able To Gain Her
Ends, And These Accomplished, Would Certainly Place A Barrier Between
Agnes And Her Cousin, Since The Woman Would Never Forgive The Man For
Preferring The Girl.
"Kara Plays On The Fiddle, But Not On My Heart-Strings," Said Chaldea In
A Cool Manner, And Watched Pine Wickedly. "You'd Better Help Me,
Brother, If You Don't Want That Gorgious Romi Of Yours To Pad The Hoof
With The Rye."
The Blood Rushed To Pine's Dark Cheeks. "What's That?"
"No Harm To My Rye And I Tell You, Brother. Don't Use The Knife."
"That I Will Not Do, If A Wedding-Ring From Him To You Will Do As Well."
"It Will Do, Brother," Said Chaldea Calmly. "My Rye Doesn't Love Me Yet,
But He Will, When I Get Him Away From The Gentile Lady's Spells. They
Draw Him, Brother, They Draw Him."
"Where Do They Draw Him To?" Demanded Pine, His Voice Thick With
Passion.
"To The Gorgious House Of The Baro Rai, The Brother Of Your Romi. Like
An Owl Does He Go After Dusk To Watch The Nest."
"Owl," Muttered Pine Savagely. "Cuckoo, Rather. Prove This, My Sister,
And I Help You To Gain The Love You Desire."
"It's A Bargain, Brother"--She Held Out Her Hand Inquiringly--"But No
Knife."
Pine Shook Hands. "It's A Bargain, Sister. Your Wedding-Ring Will Part
Them As Surely As Any Knife. Tell Me More!" And Chaldea In Whispers Told
Him All.
Chapter 5 (The Woman And The Man) Pg 39Quite Unaware That Destiny, That Tireless Spinner, Was Weaving Sinister
Red Threads Of Hate And Love Into The Web Of His Life, Lambert Continued
To Live Quietly In His Woodland Retreat. In A Somewhat Misanthropic
Frame Of Mind He Had Retired To This Hermitage, After The Failure Of His
Love Affair, Since, Lacking The Society Of Agnes, There Was Nothing Left
For Him To Desire. From A Garden Of Roses, The World Became A Sandy
Desert, And Denied The Sole Gift Of Fortune, Which Would Have Made Him
Completely Happy, The Disconsolate Lover Foreswore Society For Solitude.
As Some Seek Religion, So Lambert Hoped By Seeking Nature's Breast To
Assuage The Pains Of His Sore Heart. But Although The Great Mother Could
Do So Much, She Could Not Do All, And The Young Man Still Felt Restless
And Weary. Hard Work Helped Him More Than A Little, But He Had His Dark
Hours During Those Intervals When Hand And Brain Were Too Weary To
Create Pictures.
In One Way He Blamed Agnes, Because She Had Married For Money; In
Another Way He Did Not Blame Her, Because That Same Money Had Been
Necessary To Support The Falling Fortunes Of The Noble Family To Which
Lambert Belonged. An Ordinary Person Would Not Have Understood This, And
Would Have Seen In The Mercenary Marriage Simply A Greedy Grasping After
The Loaves And Fishes. But Lambert, Coming At The End Of A Long Line Of
Lordly Ancestors, Considered That Both He And His Cousin Owed Something
To Those Of The Past Who Had Built Up The Family. Thus His Pride Told
Him That Agnes Had Acted Rightly In Taking Pine As Her Husband, While
His Love Cried Aloud That The Sacrifice Was Too Hard Upon Their
Individual Selves. He Was A Lambert, But He Was Also A Human Being, And
The Two Emotions Of Love And Pride Strove Mightily Against One Another.
Although Quite Three Years Had Elapsed Since The Victim Had Been Offered
At The Altar--And A Willing Victim To The Family Fetish--The Struggle
Was Still Going On. And Because Of Its Stress And Strain, Lambert
Withdrew From Society, So That He Might See As Little As Possible Of The
Woman He Loved. They Had Met, They Had Talked, They Had Looked, In A
Conventionally Light-Hearted Way, But Both Were Relieved When
Circumstances Parted Them. The Strain Was Too Great.
Pine Arranged The Circumstances, For Hearing Here, There, And
Everywhere, That His Wife Had Been Practically Engaged To Her Cousin
Before He Became Her Husband, He Looked With Jealous Eyes
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