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Your affectionate ward, Juliet." Juliet went out and posted her letter. On the way back she met Aynesworth. "Come and sit in the Park for a few minutes," he begged. She turned and walked by his side willingly enough. "Have you been in to see me?" she asked. "Yes!" he answered. "I have some tickets for the Haymarket for tonight. Do you think we could persuade Mrs. Tresfarwin to come?"

He had an engagement book before him and seemed to be deep in its contents. When at last he looked up, his forehead was furrowed with thought, and he had the weary air of a man who has been indulging in unprofitable memories. "Aynesworth," he said, "be so good as to ring up Walters and excuse me from dining with him tonight." Aynesworth nodded. "Any particular form of excuse?" he asked. "No!

I do not praise him or blame him for that. It was the only course open to a man of honor. I maintain that his silence then binds him to silence for ever. He has no right to ruin my life and the happiness of my wife by subtle threats, to hold those foolish letters over our heads, like a thunderbolt held ever in suspense. You are ambitious, I believe, Mr. Aynesworth!

"Open an account to Hardwell in it; a quarter of all the shares I buy are to be in his name, and a quarter of all the profits I make in dealing in the shares is to be credited to him." "A fairly generous arrangement for Mr. Hardwell," Aynesworth remarked. "There is nothing generous about it," Wingrave answered coldly. "It is the arrangement I made with him, and to which I propose to adhere.

Nature and circumstances have ordered it otherwise with me. I see them through darkened glasses." "It is not the way to happiness," Aynesworth said. "There is no highroad to what you term happiness," Wingrave answered. "One holds the string and follows into the maze. But one does not choose one's way. You are perhaps more fortunate than I that you can appreciate Mrs.

"I am sorry for you," Aynesworth said shortly. "If there is going to be much of this sort of thing, though, I must ask you to relieve me of my post. I can't stand it." "Whenever you like, my dear fellow," Wingrave answered. "I think that you would be very foolish to leave me, though. I must be a most interesting study." "You are what the devil made you!" Aynesworth muttered.

Her voice was scarcely raised above a whisper. "That is Sir Wingrave with you?" "Yes!" Aynesworth answered. "It was he who saw you first!" She seemed to catch her breath. Her voice was still tremulous. "He is changed," she said. "I should not have recognized him." "They were the best ten years of his life," Aynesworth answered. "Think of how and in what surroundings he has been compelled to live.

About their heads the seagulls whirled and shrieked. From the pebbled beach to the horizon there was nothing to break the monotony of that empty waste of waters. Wingrave stood perfectly motionless, with his eyes fixed upon the horizon. Minute after minute passed, and he showed no signs of moving. Aynesworth found himself presently engaged in watching him.

She crossed the room towards him with outstretched hands. Aynesworth, who was standing a little on one side, watched their meeting with intense, though covert interest. She had pushed back her veil, her head was a little upraised in a mute gesture of appeal. She was pale to the lips, but her eyes were soft with hidden tears. Wingrave stood stonily silent, like a figure of fate.

He strode down the stairs with tingling pulses, and drove to the House, where his speech, a little florid in its rhetoric, and verbose as became the man, was nevertheless a great success. "Quite a clever fellow, Barrington," one of his acquaintances remarked, "when you get him away from his wife." Aynesworth ceased tugging at the strap of his portmanteau, and rose slowly to his feet.

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