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His temptation, he told himself, did not lie in that direction. Darco's work fell into routine for a time. The wheels of all his affairs went so smoothly that he and his assistant found many easy breathing-spaces. But Paul was of a mind just now to scorn delight and live laborious days.
'You had petter gome with me, said Darco. 'It will help you to learn your business. Paul assisted his employer into the big fur coat, assumed his own and the shabby cap Pauer had given him, and went out at Darco's heels. A closed brougham waited in the street. They entered and were driven away.
'I've had hard work to find ye. Ye might have written. 'I was coming to see you, said Paul, 'so soon as I could travel. When will that be, doctor? 'In a fortnight's time, perhaps, the doctor answered 'not much earlier. The doctor went his way, and the father and son were together. 'You're out of Darco's service, I understand? said Armstrong.
If you will not be my interpreter, I must find another. Is friendship friendship, or is business business? In the name of both I ask you to meet me and to work with me. Look at it how he would, and distort his own perspective as he might, Darco's angry and outspoken appeal was larger than anything his duty to Gertrude might ask of him.
Memory went further than either of them, and carried him back to the days when he had broken his career in two for the sake of Miss Belmont, old Darco's Middle Jarley Prown. He had played the flat traitor to Darco once already for the sake of one woman, and now, as he began to see, he was once more using him very ill for the sake of another.
'Grumpy, frumpy, stumpy, dumpy old German! I hate him! 'Don't say that, said Paul. 'There's as kind a heart under old Darco's waistcoat as you'll find in the whole wide world. 'Never mind Darco, Paul dear. He's not a favourite theme of mine. 'I wish you hadn't had to leave him, all the same, because then I shouldn't have had to leave him. Where shall you live in London, Claudia?
'Do you remember Bucklersbury? 'I should do so, Mr. Warr returned. 'I drudged there for eight long years, and had it not been for Mr. Darco's kindly memories of an old associate, I might have drudged there still. But two and fifty shillings per week, sir, with freedom and travel thrown in, are highly superior to thirty-six, with slavery superadded. But I do not recall your face and figure, sir.
Thus the episode passed lightly enough, but Paul was continually in danger of a reversion to it whenever the distraught heroine appeared upon the scene. He saw but little of Annette during the weeks of labour to which Darco's new enterprise enforced him. She slept alone, and was rarely accessible before the mid-day breakfast or later than the dinner-hour.
Darco and I have been talking business. 'Well, returned the landlady, 'I suppose you know how to manage him. But I wouldn't be his keeper not for love or money. 'I am Mr. Darco's private secretary, ma'am, Paul answered gravely. 'All I can say is, said the landlady, sighing, 'I'm glad it's Saturday.
There were trees for his boots; there was a dandy dressing-case; there were many things of the mere existence and use of which he had not known two years ago. They were all mementoes of Darco's generosity. Surely no man had ever found so open-handed an employer. But, for all these reflections, Paul could not surrender Claudia.
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