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"I've done nothing to deserve..." But under the spell of her serious sweet eyes, he fell silent, and presently looked down, strangely abashed; and contemplated the vast enormity of his unworthiness. Coffee was set before them by Wotton, the impassive, Brentwick refusing it with a little sigh.
I understood you were in Munich, and it never entered my head that we'd find you home." "A communication from my solicitors detained me," explained Brentwick. "And now, what do you intend to do?" "Trespass as far on your kindness as you'll permit. In the first place, I I want the use of a few pounds with which to cable some friends in New York, for money; on receipt of which I can repay you."
Kirkwood tamped down the tobacco in his pipe and puffed energetically, dismissing the interruption to his reverie as a matter of no consequence an obvious mistake to be rectified by two words with this Mr. Calendar whom he did not know. At the knock he had almost hoped it might be Brentwick, returning with a changed mind about the bid to dinner. He regretted Brentwick sincerely.
Her own smile answered it, and with a murmured word of gratitude and a little, half timid, half distant bow for Brentwick, she passed on into the hallway. Kirkwood lingered with his friend upon the door-stoop.
Yes, Wotton?" Brentwick sat back in his chair, inclining an attentive ear to a communication murmured by the butler. Kirkwood's gaze met Dorothy's across the expanse of shining cloth; he deprecated her interruption with a whimsical twist of his eyebrows. "Really, you shouldn't," he assured her in an undertone.
There was none. Brentwick, at his primal appearance, had dropped a peremptory hand on Kirkwood's shoulder, forcing the young man back to his seat; at the same time he resumed his own.
But now Dickie," to the valet, "do your duty!" Kirkwood, laughing with exasperation, retired at discretion, leaving Brentwick the master of the situation: a charming gentleman with a will of his own and a way that went with it. He heard the young man's footsteps diminish on the stairway; and again he smiled the indulgent, melancholy smile of mellow years. "Youth!" he whispered softly.
"Why " faltered the younger man, with a flaming face. "I why, no that is " The other quietly put his hand upon a bell-pull. A faint jingling sound was at once audible, emanating from the basement. "How much should you say you owe him?" "I I haven't a penny in the world!" The shrewd eyes flashed their amusement into Kirkwood's. "Tut, tut!" Brentwick chuckled. "Between gentlemen, my dear boy!
"Naturally he thinks that by this time I should have learned to paint well enough to support myself for a few months, until he can get things running again. Perhaps I might." Brentwick supported the presumption with a decided gesture. "But have I a right to leave Vanderlip to fight it out alone? For Vanderlip has a wife and kiddies to support; I " "Your genius!"
I beg you to be patient with the idiosyncrasies of an old man, who means no harm, who has a reputation as an eccentric to sustain before his servants.... And now," said Brentwick, setting aside his glass, "now, my dear boy, for the adventure." Kirkwood chuckled, infected by his host's genial humor. "How do you know " "How can it be otherwise?" countered Brentwick with a trace of asperity.
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