which they call magic. After all it’s absurd to think that Haddo is going to do any harm to Margaret. As soon as I get back to London, I’ll see my lawyers, and I dare say something can be done. If he’s really mad we’ll have him put under restraint, and Margaret will be free. I shall never forget your kindness.”
Susie smiled and shrugged her shoulders.
She was convinced that he would forget everything if Margaret came back to him. But she chid herself for the bitterness of the thought. After all she loved him, and she was glad to be able to do anything for him.
She returned to the hotel, changed her frock, and walked slowly to the Chien Noir. It always exhilarated her to come back to Paris; and she looked with happy, affectionate eyes at the plane-trees, the yellow trams that rumbled along incessantly, and the lounging people. When she arrived Dr. Porhoët was waiting, and his delight at seeing her again was flattering and pleasant. They talked of Arthur. They wondered why he was late.
In a moment he came in. They saw at once that something quite extraordinary had taken place.
“Thank God, I’ve found you at last!” he cried.
His face was moving strangely. They had never seen him so discomposed.
“I’ve been round to your hotel, but I just missed you. Oh, why did you insist on my going away?”
“What on earth’s the matter?” cried Susie.
“Something awful has happened to Margaret.”
Susie started to her feet with a sudden cry of dismay.
