"For——"
"For ever thinking that you and Louie—that you and Louie——"
She lifted her piteous eyes to mine.
I think it was then that the Giant shook himself and fell in twain. He has been more or less roughly cobbled together since, and the halves rub on somehow side by side, but to this day the one man in me faints for the great sweet things of Life, while the other has the devil ever at his elbow.
The whole courtyard had swung round; I actually seemed, with my physical eye, to see it for some moments out of the vertical. Then it righted again, and the whole mystery of the previous evening dissolved in light.
"You and Louie—you and Louie——"
Yet again the courtyard seemed to lean and slide sideways for a moment; then I flung a blazing searchlight back across my memory.
Louie Causton's super-subtle mask. "So long since I saw a man, my dear—the Baboon?—oh, I should know which way to turn then!"