No Thoroughfare eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 181 pages of information about No Thoroughfare.

No Thoroughfare eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 181 pages of information about No Thoroughfare.

Now, Vendale’s eyes were quick eyes, and sharply watching Madame Dor by times, noted something in the broad back view of that lady.  There was considerable pantomimic expression in her glove-cleaning.  It had been very softly done when he spoke with Marguerite, or it had altogether stopped, like the action of a listener.  When Obenreizer’s peasant-speech came to an end, she rubbed most vigorously, as if applauding it.  And once or twice, as the glove (which she always held before her a little above her face) turned in the air, or as this finger went down, or that went up, he even fancied that it made some telegraphic communication to Obenreizer:  whose back was certainly never turned upon it, though he did not seem at all to heed it.

Vendale observed too, that in Marguerite’s dismissal of the subject twice forced upon him to his misrepresentation, there was an indignant treatment of her guardian which she tried to cheek:  as though she would have flamed out against him, but for the influence of fear.  He also observed—­though this was not much—­that he never advanced within the distance of her at which he first placed himself:  as though there were limits fixed between them.  Neither had he ever spoken of her without the prefix “Miss,” though whenever he uttered it, it was with the faintest trace of an air of mockery.  And now it occurred to Vendale for the first time that something curious in the man, which he had never before been able to define, was definable as a certain subtle essence of mockery that eluded touch or analysis.  He felt convinced that Marguerite was in some sort a prisoner as to her freewill—­though she held her own against those two combined, by the force of her character, which was nevertheless inadequate to her release.  To feel convinced of this, was not to feel less disposed to love her than he had always been.  In a word, he was desperately in love with her, and thoroughly determined to pursue the opportunity which had opened at last.

For the present, he merely touched upon the pleasure that Wilding and Co. would soon have in entreating Miss Obenreizer to honour their establishment with her presence—­a curious old place, though a bachelor house withal—­and so did not protract his visit beyond such a visit’s ordinary length.  Going down-stairs, conducted by his host, he found the Obenreizer counting-house at the back of the entrance-hall, and several shabby men in outlandish garments hanging about, whom Obenreizer put aside that he might pass, with a few words in patois.

“Countrymen,” he explained, as he attended Vendale to the door.  “Poor compatriots.  Grateful and attached, like dogs!  Good-bye.  To meet again.  So glad!”

Two more light touches on his elbows dismissed him into the street.

Sweet Marguerite at her frame, and Madame Dor’s broad back at her telegraph, floated before him to Cripple Corner.  On his arrival there, Wilding was closeted with Bintrey.  The cellar doors happening to be open, Vendale lighted a candle in a cleft stick, and went down for a cellarous stroll.  Graceful Marguerite floated before him faithfully, but Madame Dor’s broad back remained outside.

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