Marriage--as easy a way out of trouble as it is in." He swung carelessly on his heel, supple, erect, graceful as always.
"But," he threw back over his shoulder, "you'd better acquire the rudiments of a figure before you go a-courting Alida Ascott." And left Portlaw sitting petrified in his wadded chair.
Malcourt strolled on, a humorously malicious smile hovering near his eyes, but his face grew serious as he glanced up at Hamil's window.

He had not seen Hamil during his illness or his convalescence--had made no attempt to, evading lightly the casual suggestions of Portlaw that he and his young wife pay Hamil a visit; nor did he appear to take anything more than a politely perfunctory interest in the sick man's progress; yet Constance Palliser had often seen him pacing the lawn under Hamil's window long after midnight during those desperate hours when the life-flame scarcely flickered--those ominous moments when so many souls go out to meet the impending dawn.
But now, in the later stages of Hamil's rapid convalescence which is characteristic of a healthy recovery from that unpleasant malady, Malcourt avoided the cottage, even ceased to inquire; and Hamil had never asked to see him, although, for appearance' sake, he knew that he must do so very soon.
Wayward and Constance Palliser were visiting Mrs.Ascott at Pride's Fall; young Mrs.Malcourt had been there for a few days, but was returning to prepare for the series of house-parties arranged by Portlaw who had included Cecile Cardross and Philip Gatewood in the first relay.
As for Malcourt there was no counting on him; he was likely to remain for several days at any of the five distant gate-keepers' lodges across the mountains or to be mousing about the woods with wardens and foresters, camping where convenient; or to start for New York without explanation.

All of which activity annoyed Portlaw, who missed his manager at table and at cards--missed his nimble humour, his impudence, his casual malice--missed even the paternal toleration which this younger man bestowed upon him--a sort of half-tolerant, half-contemptuous supervision.
And now that Malcourt was so often absent Portlaw was surprised to find how much he missed the veiled authority exercised--how dependent on it he had become, how secretly agreeable had been the half-mocking discipline which relieved him of any responsibility except as over-lord of the culinary regime.
Like a spoiled school-lad, badly brought up, he sometimes defied Malcourt's authority--as in the matter of the dam--enjoying his own perversity.

But he always got into hot water and was glad enough to return to safety.
Even now, though his truancy had landed him in a very lively lawsuit, he was glad enough to slink back through the stinging comments to the security of authority; and his bellows of exasperation under reproof were half pretence.

He expected Malcourt to get him out of it if he could not extract himself; he had no idea of defending the suit.