If I dared to thwart him in anything, he'd turn
and rend me."
"He wouldn't," said Green decidedly. "Anyone else--perhaps, but his
mistress--never."
Columbus yawned. The topic did not interest him. But Juliet laughed
again, and for a moment her eyes glanced upwards, meeting the man's look.
"Is that a promise?" she asked lightly.
"My word of honour," he said.
"How generous!" said Juliet. "And how rash!"
Mrs. Fielding looked round from the window and spoke fretfully. "The
storm seems to have made it more oppressive than ever," she complained.
"I believe it is coming up again."
"I hope not," said Green.
Juliet got up quietly and moved to join her--a tall woman of gracious
outlines with the poise of a princess.
"You know all about everything," she said to him, in passing. "Come and
read the weather for us!"
He followed her. They stood together at the open French window, looking
out on to the stormy sunset.
"It isn't coming back," said Green, after a pause.
Mrs. Fielding gave him a brief, contemptuous glance. Juliet regarded him
more openly, a glint of mockery in her eyes.
"You are sure to be right," she said.
He made her a bow.
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