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Affection, such as she had, was reserved for some worthless little parasite. Men were shadows upon a mirror. They appeared in and passed away from it. What they were before, and what became of them afterwards, didn't matter, didn't exist, for her. In a month she had forgotten their names.
They must have money whilst they were passing—money for her to waste—that was all. Isn't that like a man? I didn't ask you to come running after me, did I? The knowledge that he was doing it fanned her wrath. It grew with the words she used. She felt wronged. You were as proud as you could be, weren't you? You got what you paid for, didn't you? Nahendra Nao was staring at her, amazed, incredulous, that what he heard, she spoke.
The marvellous evening together! The dream of some sort of future when the months of separation would sharpen the ecstasy of the months when they were together. He and this girl, ugly in her rage, with the mud bubbling up in her and out of her mouth. My God! All that polo talk at Delly or Helly, or wherever you play it. And what about my position, eh?
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Did you ever think of that, you and your pearls? What do I care what happens to you? After all—" and she smiled horridly and licked her lips round with her tongue. These were the words, and she was going to use them, the unforgivable words: "After all, it didn't do Elsie Marsh much good, you know, to be running round with a coloured boy. Nahendra Nao stood up as if a spring had been released in him, his shoulders back, his head erect; and once more for a second Elsie Marsh was afraid. The lad noticed her fear. A bitter smile twisted his lips. He took out his handkerchief, and wrapped the rope of pearls as best he could within it.
It was too big a parcel for him to stow away in any pocket. Elsie Marsh sat and listened. She heard the door latch gently. Men who slammed doors behind them came back. Men who closed them gently did not. On purpose. I'll swear he did! That's the sort of boy he is. These details are certain. For he found himself standing in his drawing-room at the Ritz Hotel with the dust of the street upon his shoes, and the great rope of disfigured pearls on the table in front of him.
Carruthers was careful about it.
Yes, I left it in London. He was not very coherent, but it was just as well that Carruthers had made him leave "it" in London. And not now in fear of his father, but from the intensity of his humiliation. The words, even in the memory, seared him like a hot iron.
He took off his overcoat and folded it neatly, and laid it upon a chair. Then he sat at the table with his head between his palms. He was very young, and the tears ran out between his fingers and rolled down the backs of his hands. A long while after—for the daylight was flowing into the room at the edges of the blinds—a door was opened and a man came into the room. He too was wearing a dinner jacket, buttoned across his breast, and he carried an overcoat over his arm.
He was a man of forty years, and of the middle height, clean-shaven, not ill-looking, not good-looking. It was easier to remember the clean cavalry man's cut of his figure than to carry in the mind any picture of his face. He stared in astonishment at the boy for a few seconds. Then he closed the door, laid down his hat and coat, and moved to the boy's side.
He was very neat and quiet in all his actions.