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nd he said in a voice that the financier knew was strained, "That is awfully good of you. I shall have to have it inserted in the family tree--some day. But now I think I shall turn in. I want to have my eye rested, and be as fit as a fiddle for the shoot. I have had a tiring week." And Francis Markrute came out with him into the passage and up to the first floor, and when they got so far they heard the notes of the _Chanson Triste_ being played again from Zara's sitting-room. She had not gone to bed, then, it seemed! "Good God!" said Tristram. "I don't know why, but I wish to heaven she would not play that tune." And the two men looked at one another with some uneasy wonder in their eyes. "Go on and take her to bed," the financier suggested. "Perhaps she does not like being left so long alone." Tristram went upstairs with a bitter laugh to himself. He did not go near the sitting-room; he went straight into the room which had been allotted to himself: and a savage sense of humiliation and impotent rage convulsed him. The next day, the express which would stop for them at Tylling Green, the little station for Montfitchet, started at two o'clock, and the financier had given orders to have an early lunch at twelve before they left. He, himself, went off to the City for half an hour to read his letters, at ten o'clock, and was surprised when he asked Turner if Lord and Lady Tancred had break-fasted to hear that her ladyship had gone out at half-past nine o'clock and that his lordship had given orders to his valet not to disturb him, in his lordship's room--and here Turner coughed--until half-past ten. "See that they have everything they want," his master said, and then went out. But when he was in his electric brougham, gliding eastwards, he frowned to himself. "The proud, little minx! So she has insisted upon keeping to the business bargain up till now, has she!" he thought. "If it goes on we shall have to make her jealous. That would be an infallible remedy for her caprice." But Zara was not concerned with such things at all for the moment. She was waiting anxiously for Mimo at their trysting-place, the mausoleum of Halicarnassus in the British Museum, and he was late. He would have the last news of Mirko. No reply had awaited her to her telegram to Mrs. Morley from Paris, and it had been too late to wire again last night. And Mrs. Morley must have got the telegram, because Mimo had got his. S
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