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on his eyes. The listeners sat or stood motionless. "Well, I might have spared my pains. The letters were returned to me from the States. Daphne had arranged it all so cleverly that I was some time in tracing her. By the time I had got to Sioux Falls she was through a month of her necessary residence. My God!"--his voice dropped, became almost inaudible--"if I'd only carried Beatty off _then_!--then and there--the frontier wasn't far off--without waiting for anything more. But I wouldn't believe that Daphne could persist in such a monstrous thing, and, if she did, that any decent country would aid and abet her." Boyson made a movement of protest, as though he could not listen any longer in silence. "I am ashamed to remind you, Barnes,--again--that your case is no worse than that of scores of American citizens. We are the first to suffer from our own enormities." "Perhaps," said Barnes absently, "perhaps." His impulse of speech dropped. He sat, drearily staring into the fire, absorbed in recollection. * * * * * Penrose had gone. So had Boyson. Roger was sitting by the fire in the vicar's study, ministered to by Elsie French and her children. By common consent the dismal subject of the day had been put aside. There was an attempt to cheer and distract him. The little boy of four was on his knee, declaiming the "Owl and the Pussy Cat," while Roger submissively turned the pages and pointed to the pictures of that immortal history. The little girl of two, curled up on her mother's lap close by, listened sleepily, and Elsie, applauding and prompting as a properly regulated mother should, was all the time, in spirit, hovering pitifully about her guest and his plight. There was in her, as in Boyson, a touch of patriotic remorse; and all the pieties of her own being, all the sacred memories of her own life, combined to rouse in her indignation and sympathy for Herbert's poor friend. The thought of what Daphne Barnes had done was to her a monstrosity hardly to be named. She spoke to the young man kindly and shyly, as though she feared lest any chance word might wound him; she was the symbol, in her young motherliness, of all that Daphne had denied and forsaken. "When would America--dear, dear America!--see to it that such things were made impossible!" Roger meanwhile was evidently cheered and braced. The thought of the interview to which Boyson had confidentially bidden him on the
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