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Larcher and I were to meet her there, but you come with me, and Mr. Larcher will stay and look after your father. He'll be very glad to, I know." Mr. Larcher is too much taken by surprise to be able to say how very glad he will be. Mr. Kenby, with Miss Hill's sharp glance upon him, seems to feel that he would cut a poor figure by opposing.
"Well, I hope you may have your wish yet," was all that Larcher could say. "I should like to have just one whack at life before I finish," replied Davenport, gazing thoughtfully into the shadow beyond the lamplight. "Just one taste of comparative happiness." "Haven't you ever had even one?" "I thought I had, for a brief season, but I was deceived."
To be sure, there was the question of breach of trust; but Bagley's conduct had been a breach of friendship and common humanity. Bagley's act had despoiled Davenport's life of a hundred times more than this sum now represented to Bagley. "Well, Davenport was pondering this on his way home from Bagley's rooms, when he met Larcher.
In private she pointed out that the Larcher family were his own blood relations, "so different from his father's side of the house, which, since his death, had ignored both her and him, and never even sent a wreath to the funeral!"
Partly a kind feeling toward a friend he was about to lose with the rest of his old life, partly a thought of submitting the question of this possible restitution to a less interested mind, made him invite Larcher to his room.
"Oh, I'll pilot you. We never know when we're likely to have search-parties out after ourselves, in this abounding metropolis. Who's the latest victim of the strenuous life?" "Murray Davenport!" "What! is he occurring again?" Larcher imparted what it was needful that Tompkins should know. The two made an expeditious dinner, and started on their long and fatiguing inquiry.
He received a 'hurry call' to Chicago, and must take the first train; so he sent for me, to look after a few matters in his absence." "I trust you'll find them interesting," said Larcher, comparing his own failure with Bagley's success in obtaining Davenport's services. "Not in the slightest," replied Davenport. "Then remunerative, at least." "Not sufficiently to attract me," said the other.
"Undertake to be his mascot, I suppose, and neutralize the evil influence," replied Larcher, laughingly. "Well, if I were to predict on my own experience, I should say she would take flight as fast as she could, to avoid falling under the evil influence herself. The man would never hear of her again, and she would doubtless live happy ever after."
Even if matters never go any further, he ought to know that you still h'm feel an interest in him still wish him well. I'm sure if he knew about your solicitude how it was the cause of my looking him up I can see through all that now " "I can never thank you enough and Edna," said Florence, in a tremulous voice. "No thanks are due me," replied Larcher, emphatically.
'Oh, woman in our hours of ease, Uncertain, coy, and hard to please, And variable as the shade By the light quivering aspen made. I've sometimes had reason to recall those lines." Mr. Larcher sighed at certain memories of Miss Hill's variableness. "But then, you know, 'When pain and anguish wring the brow, A ministering angel them." "I can't speak in regard to pain and anguish," said Davenport.
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