"Do you suppose he
would have taken all that trouble you have just talked about if he
didn't know it? And feared the consequences, perhaps?" she added,
with a slight return of her previous expressive manner.
Again Paul was puzzled and irritated, he knew not why. But he only
said pleasantly, "I differ from you there. I am afraid that such a
thing as fear never entered into Colonel Pendleton's calculations
on any subject. I think he would act the same towards the highest
and the lowest, the powerful or the most weak." As she glanced at
him quickly and mischievously, he added, "I am quite willing to
believe that his knowledge of you made his duty pleasanter."
He was again quite sincere, and his slight sympathy had that
irresistible quality of tone and look which made him so dangerous.
For he was struck with the pretty, soothed self-complacency that
had shone in her face since he had spoken of Pendleton's equal
disinterestedness. It seemed, too, as if what he had taken for
passion or petulance in her manner had been only a resistance to
some continual aggression of condition. With that remainder held
in check, a certain latent nobility was apparent, as of her true
self. In this moment of pleased abstraction she had drawn through
the lattice-work of one of the windows a spray of roses clinging to
the vine, and with her graceful head a little on one side, was
softly caressing her cheek with it.
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