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e heard Mordaunt's step outside more than half an hour later did he move, and then very abruptly he returned to the writing-table and seized the pen anew. He was writing with feverish rapidity when Mordaunt entered. Very quietly Mordaunt came up and looked over his shoulder. "My boy," he said, "I am very sorry, but that is not legible." His tone was unreservedly kind, and Bertrand jerked up his head as if surprised. He surveyed the page before him with pursed lips, then flashed a quick look into Mordaunt's face. "It is true," he admitted, with a rueful smile. "I also am sorry." "Leave it," Mordaunt said. "You are looking fagged, Yes, I mean it. It will keep." "But I have done nothing!" Bertrand protested, with outspread hands. "No? Well, I don't believe you ought to be doing anything at present. Come and sit down." Then, peremptorily, as Bertrand hesitated: "I won't have you overworking yourself. Understand that! I have had trouble enough to get you off the sick list as it is." He spoke with that faint smile of his that placed most men at their ease with him. Bertrand turned impulsively and grasped his hand. "You have been--you are--more than a brother to me, monsieur," he said, with feeling. "And I--I--ah! Permit me to tell you--I--am glad that Mademoiselle has placed herself in your keeping. It was a great surprise, yes. But I am glad--from my heart. She will be safe--and happy--with you." He spoke with great earnestness; his sincerity was shining in his eyes. Mordaunt, looking straight down into them, saw no other emotion than sheer friendliness, a friendliness that touched him, coming from one who was so nearly friendless. "I shall do my best to make her so," he made grave reply. "She has been telling me about you, Bertrand." "Ah!" The Frenchman's eyes interrogated him for a moment and instantly fell away. "I am surprised," he said, "to be remembered after so long. No, I had not forgotten her; but that is different, _n'est-ce pas_? I think that no one would easily forget her." He smiled as though involuntarily at some reminiscence. "_Christine et le bon Cinders_!" he said in his soft voice. "We were all friends together. We were--" again his eyes darted up to meet the Englishman's level scrutiny--"what you call 'pals,' monsieur." Mordaunt smiled. "So I gathered. It happened at Valpre, I understand." Bertrand nodded. His eyes grew dreamy, grew remote. "Yes," he said slowly, "it happene
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