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Chapter 3 Myra Goes Into Actionbitcoin app to buy and sellWILLIAM KINDELL WAS known to have a small income which had been settled upon him by a relative, on an impulse of exceptional family prudence, in such a way that it was beyond his creditors' reach. Apart from that, he appeared to have no regular occupation, and no financial resources beyond what he could gain by backing his considerable wits against those of the professional bookmaker or the banker of the baccarat-table.
He had thus some measure of freedom for the pursuit of whatever might attract attention or rouse desire, and when Myra, whether casually or deliberately, had mentioned that she would be accompanying Professor Blinkwell to Paris (which Mrs. Blinkwell, being a nervous invalid, was unwilling to do), it had required no more than a few hours to enable him to provide himself with an excuse for travelling in the same direction.He might not wish to advertise to the whole world that it was the attraction of Myra Blinkwell which had caused that hurried journey to be undertaken, but he was not unwilling that she, at least, should be able to make a good guess. The fact that he had come in pursuit of one lady may have made him quicker to see that he might be judged in the same way in a direction he had not meant, and it implied neither unfriendliness to Irene, nor ingratitude for the hospitality he had received from her father's hands, that the difficulty of putting himself in the way of one fellow-guest at the hotel, while keeping out of the sight of another, was the dilemma which he now considered.He was in funds at the moment, having backed Pilgrim's Progress rather heavily a fortnight before, when the odds had been exceptionally good; and he was not one who held tightly to the money that fortune gave. He went through life bringing subordinates to his service with liberal tips, and the first thought that came to him now was that a ten-franc note would obtain the number of the Blinkwells' suite, without the necessity for a personal enquiry at the hotel bureau; and a more substantial outlay would discover the nearest vacant room with a similar discretion.After that, it would be a simple matter to make some excuse for being transferred to a position in which he could meet the girl he sought, in the corridor or upon the stairs, with little risk of the encounter which he would prefer to avoid.He had come to this resolution, and was in the act of beckoning for a boy who would have been commissioned to undertake the first part of the programme, when his purpose was arrested by the sight of Myra standing in the gap of the open door.
Her eyes glanced over a dozen other occupants of the room to fall upon himself, at which they gave a look of pleased, rather surprised recognition, and she came directly towards him."I am looking," she explained, "for Professor Blinkwell. I suppose you haven't seen him anywhere about?""I can see her!" whispered Sophie. "She's sitting down on the dock, just like in my dream."
"Have you noticed how much the garden looks like your own garden in Clover Close?""Yes, it does. With the glider and everything. Can I go down to her?""Naturally. I'll stay here."Sophie ran down to the dock. She almost stumbled and fell over Hilde. But she sat down politely beside her.
Hilde sat idly playing with the line that the rowboat was made fast with. In her left hand she held a slip of paper. She was clearly waiting. She glanced at her watch several times.Sophie thought she was very pretty. She had fair, curly hair and bright green eyes. She was wearing a yellow summer dress. She was not unlike Joanna.
Sophie tried to talk to her even though she knew it was useless."Hilde--it's Sophie!"Hilde gave no sign that she had heard.Sophie got onto her knees and tried to shout in her ear:
"Can you hear me, Hilde? Or are you both deaf and blind?"Did she, or didn't she, open her eyes a little wider? Wasn't there a very slight sign that she had heard something--however faintly?She looked around. Then she turned her head sharply and stared right into Sophie's eyes. She did not focus on her properly; it was as if she was looking right through her."Not so loud, Sophie," said Alberto from up in the car. "I don't want the garden filled with mermaids."
Sophie sat still now. It felt good just to be close to Hilde.Then she heard the deep voice of a man: "Hilde!"
It was the major--in uniform, with a blue beret. He stood at the top of the garden.Hilde jumped up and ran toward him. They met between the glider and the red convertible. He lifted her up in the air and swung her around and around.
Hilde had been sitting on the dock waiting for her father. Since he had landed at Kastrup, she had thought of him every fifteen minutes, trying to imagine where he was now, and how he was taking it. She had noted all the times down on a slip of paper and kept it with her all day.What if it made him angry? But surely he couldn't expect that he would write a mysterious book for her-- and then everything would remain as before?She looked at her watch again. Now it was a quarter past ten. He could be arriving any minute.But what was that? She thought she heard a faint breath of something, exactly as in her dream about Sophie.She turned around quickly. There was something, she was sure of it. But what?Maybe it was only the summer night.
For a few seconds she was afraid she was hearing things."Hilde!"
Now she turned the other way. It was Dad! He was standing at the top of the garden.Hilde jumped up and ran toward him. They met by the glider. He lifted her up in the air and swung her around and around.
Hilde was crying, and her father had to hold back his tears as well."You've become a grown woman, Hilde!"
"And you've become a real writer."Hilde wiped away her tears."Shall we say we're quits?" she asked."We're quits."
They sat down at the table. First of all Hilde had to have an exact description of everything that had happened at Kastrup and on the way home. They kept bursting out laughing."Didn't you see the envelope in the cafeteria?"
"I didn't get a chance to sit down and eat anything, you villain. Now I'm ravenous.""Poor Dad."
"The stuff about the turkey was all bluff, then?""It certainly was not! I have prepared everything. Mom's doing the serving."
Then they had to go over the ring binder and the story of Sophie and Alberto from one end to the other and backwards and forwards.Mom brought out the turkey and the Waldorf salad, the rose wine and Hilde's homemade bread.Her father was just saying something about Plato when Hilde suddenly interrupted him: "Shh!""What is it?"
"Didn't you hear it? Something squeaking?""No."
"I'm sure I heard something. I guess it was just a field mouse."While her mother went to get another bottle of wine, her father said: "But the philosophy course isn't quite over."
"It isn't?""Tonight I'm going to tell you about the universe."