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Startled by a ring at the door-bell, Bagley turned into the common drawing-room, which was empty, to fasten his gloves. Unseen, he heard Larcher admitted, ushered back to the Kenby apartment, and welcomed by the two girls. He paced the drawing-room floor, with a wrathful frown; then sat down and meditated.
"We prefer to dine here," said Davenport, with firmness. "We have our own reasons. I can meet you later." "No, you can't, because I've got other business later. But if you're determined to dine here, I can dine here just as well. So come on and dine." Davenport looked at the man wearily, and at Larcher apologetically; then introduced the former to the latter by the name of Bagley.
"When a man's in love, he doesn't see things in their true proportions," said Larcher, authoritatively. "He exaggerates both the favors and the rebuffs he gets, both the kindness and the coldness of the woman. If he thinks he's ill-treated, he measures the supposed cause by his sufferings. As they are so great, he thinks the woman's cruelty correspondingly great.
He's an awfully nice young man, so tall and straight, they would look so well together." "Edna, you amaze me!" said Larcher. "How can you want her to be inconstant? I thought you were full of admiration for her loyalty to Davenport." "So I was, when there was a tangible Davenport. As long as we knew he was alive, and within reach, there was a hope of straightening things out between them.
"And that's your belief?" said Larcher to Bagley, " that he went to some other country with the money?" "Absconded," replied the ready-money man. "Yes; there's nothing else to believe. At first I thought you might have some notion where he was; that's what made me send for you. But I see he left you out of his confidence. So I thought you might as well know his real character.
"Same business?" queried Bagley. "I beg your pardon," said Larcher, as if the other had spoken a foreign language. "Are you in the same business he's in?" said Bagley, in a louder voice. "I write," said Larcher, coldly. Bagley looked him over, and, with evident approval of his clothes, remarked: "You seem to've made a better thing of it than Dav has."
"I am very glad to be of service to so charming a young woman," says Larcher, very distinctly. "A charming girl, yes. I'm very proud of my daughter. She's my constant thought. Children are a great care, a great responsibility." "Yes, they are," asserts Larcher, jumping at the chance to show this uninterested old person that wise young men may sometimes be entertained unawares.
Out in the hall, when the door of the Kenby suite had closed behind them, Turl said to Larcher: "You've had a good deal of trouble over Murray Davenport, and shown much kindness in his interest. I must apologize for the trouble, as his representative, you know, and thank you for the kindness." "Don't mention either," said Larcher, cordially.
"Your business!" said Bagley. "Dumb luck, I tell you. Can't you see how it was?" He had turned to Larcher. "The cabman read of Davenport's disappearance, and putting together the day, and the description in the papers, and the queer load of parcels, goes and tells the police.
"Perhaps he left a note for me on the table," said Larcher. "I have the freedom of his room, you know." "Go up and see, then. I'll go with you." The landlady, in climbing the stairs, used a haste very creditable in a person of her amplitude. Davenport's room appeared the same as ever. None of his belongings that were usually visible had been packed away or covered up.
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