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"And have you told Miss Strong," Drexley continued, "that you are proposing to marry her, but that you love another woman?" Douglas looked up frowning. Drexley's tone had become almost contemptuous. "Do you think that you are behaving fairly to her?" he asked. "Remember that she is not the child with whom you used to talk sentiment in your little Cumberland village.
"It is the business of any man at any time," Drexley answered softly, "to speak for the woman whom he loves."
He has been man enough to strike out a line for himself. Let him keep to it. Give him a chance." She shrugged her shoulders and smiled upon him sweetly. She always preferred Drexley in his less abject moods. "You have seen him lately, my friend?" she inquired. "He is well, I hope?" "Yes, he is well," Drexley answered, bitterly.
"I think Mr. Drexley is quite the nicest man I know," she declared gaily. "I sent him three little fairy tales, and last week he sent me a cheque for them and asked for more. And do you know what he said, Douglas? I asked him to let me have his honest opinion as to whether I could make enough to live on by such work as I sent him, and he replied that there could be no possible doubt about it.
Then, Drexley, all your damnable warnings, all that I had ever heard of her vanity, her heartlessness, her self-worship, came like madness into my brain. I refused to trust to my own instincts, I refused to trust her, so she sent me away. And, Drexley, if she be a true woman then may God help me, for I need it." "She sent you away?" "Ay. I spent some miserable days. No word came from her.
"Emily de Reuss was very kind to me," he said, "but she is not the only woman in the world." "For those who have known her," Drexley said, "none can come after." "Then I must be one of those who have never known her," Douglas answered, with a lightness which sounded natural enough, "for I am going to take the most charming little girl in London to the theatre to-night." Drexley pointed downwards.
She might exercise these gifts upon men of her own social rank who are, as a rule, of slighter character, and whose experience of the best of her sex is of course larger than ours. She prefers, however, to stoop into another world for her victims into our world." "Why victims?" Douglas asked. "Isn't that rather an extreme view of the case?" "It is a mild view," Drexley said.
Rice, aided by a few friends, and also by Douglas's own growing reputation, secured his admission into the same Bohemian club to which he and Drexley belonged. For the first time, Douglas began to meet those who were, strictly speaking, his fellows, and the wonderful good comradeship of his newly-adopted profession was a thing gradually revealed to him.
Drexley took me out to dinner, and we went to the Lyceum," she said. He stopped short upon the pavement. "What?" She looked up at him demurely. "Why, you don't mind, do you, Douglas? Mr. Drexley is a friend of yours, isn't he? He has been so kind." "The devil he has!" Douglas muttered, amazed. "And how many more times have you seen him during the fortnight, I wonder?"
"I have no right to be that." "Annoyed?" "Not with you." "After all," she said, "there is no harm done. He will come to me, and then I shall see that his future is properly shaped. If he is what I have an idea that he may be, I shall be of far greater help to him than ever you could have been." But Drexley was silent. He was thinking then of her proteges.
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