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worthy mate, since half of the masculine population is looking for

itself, and always in the wrong quarter, needing no assistance to



discover rose-cheeked idiots of nineteen, whose obvious charms draw

thousands to a dull and uneventful fate.



These thoughts were running idly through my mind while the

Honourable Michael McGillicuddy was discoursing to me of Mr.



Gladstone's misunderstanding of Irish questions,--a

misunderstanding, he said, so colossal, so temperamental, and so



all-embracing, that it amounted to genius. I was so anxious to

return to Salemina that I wished I had ordered the car at ten thirty



instead of eleven; but I made up my mind, as we ladies went to the

drawing-room for coffee, that I would seize the first favourable



opportunity to explore the secret chambers of Dr. La Touche's being.

I love to rummage in out-of-the-way corners of people's brains and



hearts if they will let me. I like to follow a courteous host

through the public corridors of his house and come upon a little



chamber closed to the casualvisitor. If I have known him long

enough I put my hand on the latch and smile inquiringly. He looks



confused and conscious, but unlocks the door. Then I peep in, and

often I see something that pleases and charms and touches me so much



that it shows in my eyes when I lift them to his to say "Thank you."

Sometimes, after that, my host gives me the key and says gravely



"Pray come in whenever you like."

When Dr. La Touche offers me this hospitality I shall find out



whether he knows anything of that lavender-scented guest-room in

Salemina's heart. First, has he ever seen it? Second, has he ever



stopped in it for any length of time? Third, was he sufficiently

enamoured of it to occupy it on a long lease?



Chapter XVI. Salemina has her chance.

'And what use is one's life widout chances?



Ye've always a chance wid the tide.'

Jane Barlow.



I was walking with Lady Fincoss, and Francesca with Miss Clondalkin,

a very learnedpersonage who has deciphered more undecipherable



inscriptions than any lady in Ireland, when our eyes fell upon an

unexpected tableau.



Seated on a divan in the centre of the drawing-room, in a most

distinguished attitude, in unexceptionable attire, and with the



rose-coloured lights making all her soft greys opalescent, was Miss

Salemina Peabody. Our exclamations of astonishment were so audible



that they must have reached the dining-room, for Lord Killbally did

not keep the gentlemen long at their wine.



Salemina cannot tell a story quite as it ought to be told to produce

an effect. She is too reserved, too concise, too rigidly



conscientious. She does not like to be the centre of interest, even

in a modest contretemps like being locked out of a room which



contains part of her dress; but from her brief explanation to Lady

Killbally, her more complete and confidentialaccount on the way



home, and Benella's graphic story when we arrived there, we were

able to get all the details.



When the inside-car passed out of view with us, it appears that

Benella wept tears of rage, at the sight of which Oonah and Molly



trembled. In that moment of despair and remorse, her mind worked as

it must always have done before the Salem priestess befogged it with



hazy philosophies, understood neither by teacher nor by pupil.

Peter had come back, but could suggest nothing. Benella forgot her



'science,' which prohibits rage and recrimination, and called him a

great, hulking, lazy vagabone, and told him she'd like to have him



in Salem for five minutes, just to show him a man with head on his

shoulders.



"You call this a Christian country," she said, "and you haven't got

a screwdriver, nor a bradawl, nor a monkey-wrench, nor a rat-tail



file, nor no kind of a useful tool to bless yourselves with; and my

Miss Peabody, that's worth ten dozen of you put together, has got to






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