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Updated: June 16, 2025
Brentwick had been right, to some extent, at least; it was quite true that the curtain had been rung up that very night, upon Kirkwood's Romance; unhappily, as Brentwick had not foreseen, it was immediately to be rung down. The cab rolled soberly into the Strand. "Since we are to say good-by so very soon," suggested Kirkwood, "may I ask a parting favor, Miss Calendar?"
Calendar, recovered from his temporary consternation, was already at the gate, bending over it, fat fingers fumbling with the latch, his round red face, lifted to the house, darkly working with chagrin. From his threshold, watching him with a slight contraction of the eyes, Brentwick hailed him in tones of cloying courtesy. "Do you wish to see me, sir?"
"My ability, such as it is and that only. It can wait.... No; this means simply that I must come down from the clouds, plant my feet on solid earth, and get to work." "The sentiment is sound," admitted Brentwick, "the practice of it, folly. Have you stopped to think what part a rising young portrait-painter can contribute toward the rebuilding of a devastated city?"
And Philip, bring up a chair, if you will. We must not permit ourselves to worry, and I have something here which may, perhaps, engage your interest for a while." To humor him and alleviate his evident distress of mind, they acceded. Kirkwood found himself seated opposite Dorothy, Brentwick between them.
Brentwick placed the wallet, still with its secret intact, on the table before him, as Charles burst unceremoniously in, leaving the door wide open. "Mr. Brentwick, sir!" he cried gustily. "That other car " With a smothered ejaculation Kirkwood leaped to his feet, tugging at the weapon in his pocket. In another instant he had the revolver exposed.
"Am I to be denied my adventure? Sir, I refuse without equivocation. Your very bearing breathes of Romance. There must be an adventure forthcoming, Philip; otherwise my disappointment will be so acute that I shall be regretfully obliged seriously to consider my right, as a householder, to show you the door." "But Mr. Brentwick !"
"This is what your hospitality meant! You're going to " "My dear young friend," interrupted Brentwick with a flash of impatience, "remember that if I had designed to betray you, I could have asked no better opportunity than when you were my guest under my own roof."
"You may threaten me, but I shall not go. Mr. Brentwick and Mr. Kirkwood are taking me to friends, who will give me a home until I can find a way to take care of myself. That is all I have to say to you." "Bravo, my dear!" cried Brentwick encouragingly. "Mind your business, sir!" thundered Calendar, his face darkening. Then, to Dorothy, "You understand, I trust, what this means?" he demanded.
The most carping could have found no flaw in the quiet taste of his attire. To sum up, Kirkwood's very good friend and his only one then in London Mr. Brentwick looked and was an English gentleman. "Why?" he persisted, as the younger man hesitated. "I am here to find out. To-night I leave for the Continent. In the meantime ..." "And at midnight I sail for the States," added Kirkwood.
"I think you are wonderfully thoughtful and kind," she said simply. "And you, Philip?" "It's an inspiration," the younger man declared. "I can't think of anything better calculated to throw them off, than to distance them by motor-car. It would be always possible to trace our journey by rail." "Then," announced Brentwick, making as if to rise, "we had best go.
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