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"I am her bondman," he said, "body and soul. I could not tell you at this moment whether I hate her or love her the more; but I could not live without seeing her." Douglas passed upstairs to his billiards with a grim vision before his eyes. Drexley was a broken man of that there was no doubt.
There's nothing else I care to do." Douglas laid his hand upon his shoulder. "Look here," he said. "I've an idea. I'm taking Miss Strong and a friend to the 'Gaiety. We want a fourth, and I was just looking round for a man. Come with us." Drexley laughed grimly. "You're talking nonsense," he said. "Very good of you, of course," he added, "but you must please excuse me.
"Will you look in at my room?" Douglas murmured an inarticulate assent, and Rice departed. Then he looked up at the man who so far had only bidden him a mechanical good morning, and wondered a little at the heavy frown upon his face. Perhaps his introduction had been a little unceremonious, but surely he could not be blamed for that. Drexley pulled himself together.
It was the same with young Morrison with me it will be the same with you. It creeps into the blood, and no man's will, nor any other woman's, can rid you of it." Douglas had already repented of that instinct of good nature which had led him to address Drexley. A spectre which for months he had been doing his best to stifle was stalking once more by his side. He turned away abruptly.
That night the work of months was undone. She had only to hold out her hands, to speak for a moment kindly, and the truth seemed to flare out in letters of fire. I cannot forget her. I never shall be able to forget her. I own myself, Drexley, one of the vanquished. I love her as I shall never love any other woman in this world."
Drexley was watching her with a quiet smile upon his lips, amused at her eagerness, answering her many questions readily. In the corridor after the play was over he touched Douglas on the shoulder. "You are all coming to the 'Milan' to supper with me," he said. "Miss Strong and I arranged it, after the second act, and I sent a commissionaire down for a table." Cicely laughed up at him.
Yet when he reached the club he was breathless, and the hand which lighted a cigar in the hall shook. On the stairs he met an acquaintance. "Going to dine, Drexley?" "No, I don't think so," he answered blankly. "Do you know if Jesson is in the club?" "Haven't seen him. Come and have a drink. You look a bit shaky." Drexley shook his head.
I can't understand it a bit, I'll confess. I'm fairly staggered." "I hadn't a chance to offend him," Douglas said. "He simply sat on me." Rice walked up and down the room. "I wish you'd leave me your address," he said. "I'd like to look into this a bit." Douglas sighed. "I can only tell you" he said, "what I told Mr. Drexley. At present I haven't one. Good afternoon."
Then apparently you changed your mind, crossed it out, and substituted Douglas Jesson, which we took to be a nom-de-plume, especially as you gave us for your address initials to a post-office." "Did any one else see it?" "Not unless Drexley did. He has never spoken to me about it." Douglas drank more wine. He was unused to it, and the colour mounted to his pale cheeks.
Jesson looked across the room to Drexley, who was leaning against the wall with folded arms. "Give me your word of honour, Drexley," he said, "and I'll hear what you have to say." "I give it. I swear that I will not lay a finger upon you." "Come this way, then," Jesson added. He left the room and entered a small committee chamber nearly opposite.
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