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Day by day he grew more morose, for fragments of the chatter reached him petty talk, which blackened the young baronet's fame; while, worst stab of all, he read in the little local paper, where, in a long article concerning the trouble of "our respected townsman, Mr Draycott," it was said that the principal in the terrible tragedy had been guilty of that rash act to avoid the punishment likely to befall him consequent upon the assault he had committed and his connection with a monetary scandal.
She combined with him as only an ambitious woman can combine, and she supplied all he lacked. It filled her mind, and she never awoke the jealousy that lay like a sleeping python in the heart of Draycott Wilder.
While I am here they are doing labourers' work for a wage, just to keep going ... waiting, oh, my God! waiting for good news from me!" Carrados walked round the table to his desk and wrote. Then, without a word, he held out a paper to his visitor. "What's this?" demanded Draycott, in bewilderment. "It's it's a cheque for a hundred pounds." "It will carry you on," explained Carrados imperturbably.
In the end he went suddenly like a cork out of a bottle, and the human mass closed up behind him. Draycott laughed, the Colonel laughed, and went on laughing. He laughed unrestrainedly, even as a man who enjoys a secret jest. At last, with some difficulty, he controlled his mirth. "Monsieur," he remarked gravely, but with twinkling eyes, "I fear your hopes are ill-founded.
So Clive Draycott and those with him, in that little rocky outpost of Empire, carried on as cheerfully as a wet sirocco wind and an ever-present heart-burning to be in France would allow, and waited for deliverance. Perhaps they suffered more acutely than even those who were in the Great Retreat. Out of it, as they thought, out of it. Would they ever be able to hold up their heads again?
Each departed upon his mission, and half an hour after the London surgeon took his departure, confirming his colleague's opinion that a great change for the better had taken place in Mark Frayne. "Youth, my dear sir youth! He has rallied wonderfully, and I feel that we may hope." "But you will stop for the day?" said Mr Draycott, anxiously. "There is not the slightest need, my dear sir.
"You cannot say anything, sir, that will make me feel worse than I do." Mr Draycott shook his head. "It must come, Frayne," he said at last; "so we may as well get the matter over. Things look very black against you." "Black, sir?" "Yes. Sinjohn and Andrews both saw how strange you looked when you passed them, and they followed, being agreed that something was wrong.
"C'est bien," he murmured, and stood up. "Vive l'Angleterre." Gravely he saluted, and Draycott took off his hat. "Mon Colonel, vive la France." They shook hands; and having once again solemnly saluted one another, he took the Frenchman's advice and went in search of dinner. In the restaurant itself everything seemed normal.
Draycott folded the cheque with thoughtful deliberation and put it carefully away in his pocket-book. "I don't know whether you've guessed as much, sir," he said in a queer voice, "but I think that you've saved a man's life to-day. It's not the money, it's the encouragement ... and faith. If you could see you'd know better than I can say how I feel about it." Carrados laughed quietly.
He may have something of importance to communicate to you or Miss Effingham ere he dies, for I have some indistinct notion that I have heard something very unfavorable spoken about the said Baronet, now I hear the name again. Let him be got to bed as soon as possible. What is the name of your nearest town, and the distance to it?" enquired Draycott of the farmer.
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