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were have talked, and all my special rot thrown in." "Thank you, I have imagined it. Good-night!" They stood for a moment facing each other in the shadow of an acacia-tree with very moonlit blossoms, and the smoke from their cigarettes mingled in the air between them. "Also ran: 'Michael Mont'?" he said. Fleur turned abruptly toward the house. On the lawn she stopped to look back. Michael Mont was whirling his arms above him; she could see them dashing at his head; then waving at the moonlit blossoms of the acacia. His voice just reached her. "Jolly-jolly!" Fleur shook herself. She couldn't help him, she had too much trouble of her own! On the verandah she stopped very suddenly again. Her mother was sitting in the drawing-room at her writing bureau, quite alone. There was nothing remarkable in the expression of her face except its utter immobility. But she looked desolate! Fleur went upstairs. At the door of her room she paused. She could hear her father walking up and down, up and down the picture-gallery. 'Yes,' she thought, jolly! Oh, Jon!' X.--DECISION When Fleur left him Jon stared at the Austrian. She was a thin woman with a dark face and the concerned expression of one who has watched every little good that life once had slip from her, one by one. "No tea?" she said. Susceptible to the disappointment in her voice, Jon murmured: "No, really; thanks." "A lil cup--it ready. A lil cup and cigarette." Fleur was gone! Hours of remorse and indecision lay before him! And with a heavy sense of disproportion he smiled, and said: "Well--thank you!" She brought in a little pot of tea with two little cups, and a silver box of cigarettes on a little tray. "Sugar? Miss Forsyte has much sugar--she buy my sugar, my friend's sugar also. Miss Forsyte is a veree kind lady. I am happy to serve her. You her brother?" "Yes," said Jon, beginning to puff the second cigarette of his life. "Very young brother," said the Austrian, with a little anxious smile, which reminded him of the wag of a dog's tail. "May I give you some?" he said. "And won't you sit down, please?" The Austrian shook her head. "Your father a very nice old man--the most nice old man I ever see. Miss Forsyte tell me all about him. Is he better?" Her words fell on Jon like a reproach. "Oh Yes, I think he's all right." "I like to see him again," said the Austrian, putting a hand on her heart; "he have veree kind heart."
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