At last he
got up and, taking his pipe from his pocket, filled it silently. She was
terrified at the look on his face. The first time she had ever seen him,
Susie wondered at the possibility of self-torture which was in that
rough-hewn countenance; but she had never dreamed that it could express
such unutterable suffering. Its lines were suddenly changed, and it was
terrible to look upon.
'I can't believe it's true,' he muttered. 'I can't believe it.'
There was a knock at the door, and Arthur gave a startled cry.
'Perhaps she's come back.'
He opened it hurriedly, his face suddenly lit up by expectation; but it
was Dr Porhoet.
'How do you do?' said the Frenchman. 'What is happening?'
He looked round and caught the dismay that was on the faces of Arthur and
Susie.
'Where is Miss Margaret? I thought you must be giving a party.'
There was something in his manner that made Susie ask why.
'I received a telegram from Mr Haddo this morning.'
He took it from his pocket and handed it to Susie. She read it and passed
it to Arthur.
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