Then again he smiled,
and she felt that she had failed him.
"No, of course not, Marcella," he said gently. "These slinking greeds
of ours--"
He turned to Louis.
"We'd better be getting along to the station, don't you think?" He stood
looking at Marcella, who seemed stunned.
"Don't you think you could make us some tea before we go?" he said
casually. She stared at him dully.
"Tea?" she said dazedly, and began to laugh shrilly. "Tea? Oh, men are
funny! You're both so funny! _'The greatest of human triumphs is to read
the need in another's eyes and be able to fulfil it.'_ Tea! Oh Louis,
isn't it funny--making tea--now."
She laughed and laughed, and then Kraill and Louis began to dance about
before her eyes most erratically, until a black curtain all shot with
fires came down and hid them, and waves of cold, green water went over
her. She felt someone lift her out of the water and then she went to
sleep.
CHAPTER XXX
In the months that followed Marcella often tried to find out what had
caused the Miracle--for Miracle it seemed to her. The desire for whisky
that had obsessed him for ten years seemed to have died: he frankly
admitted that it gave him no trouble now at all. When she seemed
inclined to praise him for his bravery he laughed at her; there was no
bravery in doing a thing that was perfectly easy and natural to him.
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