It's a low way of finding out things, but we
all do it."
"He--sent Alixe to--to Clifton!" repeated Nina incredulously. "Your maid
told you that?"
Rosamund finished the contents of her slim glass and rose. "Yes; and it
was a brave and generous and loyal thing for him to do. I supposed you
knew it. Jack has been too beastly to her; she was on the verge of
breaking down when I saw her on the _Niobrara_, and she told me then
that her husband had practically repudiated her. . . . Then she suddenly
disappeared; and her maid, later, came to me seeking a place. That's how
I knew, and that's all I know. And I care for Alixe; and I honour your
brother for what he did."
She stood with pretty golden head bent, absently arranging the sables
around her neck and shoulders.
"I have been very horrid to Captain Selwyn," she said quietly. "Tell him
I am sorry; that he has my respect. . . . And--if he cares to tell me
where Alixe is I shall be grateful and do no harm."
She turned toward the door, stopped short, came back, and made her
adieux, then started again toward the door, not noticing Lansing.
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