The Winged Beetle

188 MR TODD THOMAS. Mr. Delhomme would like to see you for a moment on urgent business. [The lovers exchange signals privately. EUPHEMIA. Show him up. THOMAS. Yes, miss. [THOMAS goes out. CARR. I will go and get a snack. Trust me—love me—— EUPHEMIA. I will—I do. [They embrace. CARR goes to the door—turns. CARR. Love me—trust me. [EUPHEMIA “ flies to him, kisses him again, nods. EUPHEMIA. I will—I do—I love you—I trust you. CARR. Sweetheart ! [they kiss, furtively, as if hearing footsteps.] So long ! [She retreats into the room, and blows him a kiss. CARR. [outside, loudly]. Good morning, Miss Ossory ! EUPHEMIA. [sinking into a chair, faintly]. Good-bye— no. no ! Till—when ? [She is almost crying, but sets her teeth and rises. THOMAS. [opening the door]. Mr. Delhomme. [Enter DELHOMME. DELHOMME. I am a thousand times sorry to intrude upon your grief, Miss Ossory, but—— EUPHEMIA. Uncle Henry was nothing to me. DELHOMME. In any case, I should not have spoken to you, but my Embassy has suddenly called me. I am to go to Constantinople—I may be a month away—and—I want to see you first. EUPHEMIA. Of course, to say good-bye. It is sweet of you to think of us, Monsieur Delhomme.