After all, though she was his pupil, and was getting as hardened and
cynical as possible, he did not think it fair she should use his own
weapons against himself. He did not believe she would try and poison
Madame Midas, even though she was certain of not being detected, for
he thought she was too tender-hearted. But, alas! he had taught her
excellently well, and Kitty was rapidly arriving at the conclusion
he had long since come to, that number one was the greatest number.
Besides, her love for Vandeloup, though not so ardent as it had
been, was too intense for her to let any other woman get a hold of
him. Altogether, M. Vandeloup was in an extremely unpleasant
position, and one of his own making.
Having given Kitty over to the tender care of Mrs Rolleston,
Vandeloup hurried outside to look for the missing bottle. He had
guessed the position it fell in, and, striking a match, went to look
over the smooth close-shorn turf. But though he was a long time, and
looked carefully, the bottle was gone.
'The devil!' said Vandeloup, startled by this discovery. 'Who could
have picked it up?'
He went back into the conservatory, and, sitting down in his old
place, commenced to review the position.
It was most annoying about the poison, there was no doubt of that.
He only hoped that whoever picked it up would know nothing about its
dangerous qualities.
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