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"I I believe I'm going to be anew man." He laughed with a touch of excitement, Fraide pressed his fingers kindly, "That is right," he said. "That is right. I called at Grosvenor Square this morning, but Eve told me your illness of the other day was not serious. She was very busy this morning she could only spare me a quarter of an hour. She is indefatigable over the social side of your prospects.
He thinks that the present crisis would be" she hesitated " would give you a tremendous opportunity. Your trade interests, bound up as they are with Persia, would give any opinion you might hold a double weight." Almost unconsciously a touch of warmth crept into her words. "Mr. Fraide talked very seriously about the beginning of your career.
It is not often I have a pleasant truth to tell. I won't be deprived of the enjoyment." "Can the truth ever be pleasant, sir?" Involuntarily Loder echoed Chilcote. Fraide looked up. He was half a head shorter than his companion, though his dignity concealed the fact. "Chilcote," he said, seriously, "give up cynicism! It is the trade-mark of failure, and I do not like it in my friends."
You know Blanche Bramfell Viscountess Bramfell, sister to Lillian Astrupp." His words conveyed nothing to Loder, but he did not consider that. All explanations were irksome to him and he invariably chafed to be done with them. "And you've got to put in an appearance for party reasons?" Loder broke in. Chilcote showed relief. "Yes. Old Fraide makes rather a point of it so does Eve."
Moved by the same impulse, fifty pairs o eyes turned upon him with new interest; but up in the Ladies' Gallery Eve clasped her hands in sudden apprehension; and Fraide, sitting stiffly in his seat, turned and shot one swift glance at the man on whom, against prudence and precedent, he had pinned his faith.
Loder was keenly uncomfortable, but he could think of nothing to say. "It seemed to begin that night I dined with the Fraides," she went on. "Mr. Fraide talked so wisely and so kindly about many things. He recalled all we had hoped for in you; and and he blamed me a little." She paused and laid her cup aside.
He forgot his companion, his position, everything except the urgent instinct that filled mind and body. Scarcely knowing what he did, he rose and leaned forward to whisper in Fraide's ear. Fraide was seen to turn, his thin face interested and concerned, then he was seen to nod once or twice in acquiescence, and a moment later Chilcote stepped quietly out of his place.
Seeing them, she disengaged herself from her party and came quickly forward. He saw her cheeks flush and her eyes brighten pleasantly as they rested on his companion; but he noticed also that after her first cursory glance she avoided his own direction. As she came towards them, Fraide drew away his hand in readiness to greet her. "Here comes my godchild!" he said.
She drew back into her seat, as the cab stopped before Chilcote's house. Simultaneously as they descended, the hall door was opened and a flood of warm light poured out reassuringly into the darkness. "I thought it was your cab, sir," Crapham explained deferentially as they passed into the hall. "Mr. Fraide has been waiting to see you this half-hour. I showed him into the study."
Two caravans belonging to a British trader were yesterday interfered with by a band of Cossacks. The affair occurred a couple of miles outside Meshed; the traders remonstrated, but the Russians made summary use of their advantage. Two Englishmen were wounded and one of them has since died. Fraide has only now received the news which cannot be overrated.
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