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Updated: June 12, 2025
And then Bellair had suddenly seen Elwyn standing on the pavement; he had accepted unquestioningly the halting explanation that he was on his way home from a late party, and had happened, as it were, that way. "It's a boy!" he had said exultantly, although Elwyn had asked him no question, and then, "Of course I'm awfully pleased, but I'm dog tired!
Then Elwyn, moving nearer still, seemed or so at least Fanny Bellair will ever believe to take possession of the moribund child, yielding him as he did so something of his own strength to help him through the crisis then imminent.
Elwyn had meant to be away from London but Chance, so carelessly kind a friend to him in the past, at last proved cruel, for surely it was Chance and Chance alone that led him, on the very eve of the day he was starting for Norway, straight across the quiet square, composed of high Georgian houses, where the Bellairs still lived.
She waited a moment, and then added in a constrained voice, "I do not judge you, Hugh." "No!" he cried, "but you judge her! And it's so unfair, mother so horribly unfair!" He had turned round; he was forcing his mother to look at his now moody, unhappy face. Mrs. Elwyn shrank back and closed her lips tightly.
As time had gone on, Elwyn and his friends had somehow drifted apart, as people are apt to drift apart in the busy idleness of the life led by the fortunate Bellairs and Elwyns of this world. Fanny avoided Hugh Elwyn, and Elwyn avoided Fanny, but they two only were aware of this. It was the last of the many secrets which they had once shared.
Fanny's father had died; and she had been lonely and in sorrow. Careless friends, however kind, do not care to see much of those who mourn, but he, Hugh Elwyn, had not been careless, nay, he had been careful to see more, not less, of his friend's wife in this her first great grief, and she had been moved to the heart by his sympathy. It was by Elwyn's advice that Mrs.
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