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"I'm boring you," he said "I really have no business to inflict the recollections of my youth upon you." Dr. Brayle's brown eyes showed a glistening animal interest. "Pray go on!" he urged "It sounds like the chapter of a romance." "I'm not a believer in romance," said Mr. Harland, grimly "Facts are enough in themselves without any embroidered additions.
You brought it with you this evening to show to me and ask my opinion of its value, did you not?" Brayle's eyes opened in utter amazement. If ever a man was taken completely by surprise, he was. "How did you know?" he began, stammeringly, while Mr. Harland, equally astonished, stared at him through his round spectacles as though challenging some defiance. Santoris laughed.
"The joy, the sensation and the passion of love were to him supreme temptation and the only satisfaction on earth." Dr. Brayle's eyes gleamed. "But, after all, is this not a truth?" he asked "Is there anything that so completely dominates the life of a man as the love of a woman? It is very seldom the right woman but it is always a woman of some kind.
Dr. Brayle says so." I had been standing in front of her while she thus talked, but now I resumed my former reclining attitude on the sofa and looked at her with a touch of disdain. "Dr. Brayle says so!" I repeated "Dr. Brayle's opinion is the least worth having in the world! Now, if you really believe in devils, there's one for you!"
How was that?" and Brayle looked up sharply with sudden interest. "I don't know how," replied Harland, "A drop or two of harmless- looking fluid worked wonders for me and in a few moments I felt almost well. He tells me my illness is not incurable." A curious expression difficult to define flitted over Brayle's face.
"It should be," he answered, with a little bow "We are the admirers of your sex." I made no answer. Mr. Harland looked at me with a somewhat quizzical air. "You are not a believer in compliments," he said. "Was it a compliment?" I asked, laughingly "I'm afraid I'm very dense! I did not see that it was meant as one." Dr. Brayle's dark brows drew together in a slight frown.
Harland, "And I suppose I shall have them to the end of my days. I have sometimes doubted even your good intentions towards me." A dark flush overspread Brayle's face suddenly, and as suddenly paled. He laughed a little forcedly. "I hardly think you have any reason to do so," he said. Mr. Harland did not answer, but turning round, addressed me. "You enjoyed yourself at Loch Coruisk, didn't you?"
Santoris stood looking down upon him kindly. "It would not be safe for you," he answered "The remedy is a sovereign one if used very rarely, and with extreme caution, but in uninstructed hands it is dangerous. Moreover, it would not agree with Dr. Brayle's medicines." "You really and truly think Brayle an impostor?" "Impostor is a strong word! No!
It is customary in such cases to duck the head and scuttle away on a keen run, an object of lively interest to some thousands of admiring marksmen. In returning well, it is not customary to return. Brayle's practice was different.
My cheeks grew warm. "I didn't know I could not imagine " I faltered, and turning away I met Dr. Brayle's eyes fixed upon me with a gleam of malice in them. "I'm sure," he said, suavely, "you are greatly interested in Mr. Santoris! Perhaps you have met each other before?" "Never!" I answered, hurriedly, and then checked myself, startled and confused.
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