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Updated: May 23, 2025
"Loder's a lucky man, at that," commented the Toy Breeds judge, with whom the Master chanced to be talking. "And he'll be still luckier if he misses the whole show. You 'small exhibitors' have no notion of the rotten deal handed to a dog-show judge; though lots of you do more than your share toward making his life a burden.
He was mentally shaken and distressed, though outwardly irreproachable, even to the violets in the lapel of his coat the violets that for a week past had been brought each morning to the door of Loder's rooms by Eve's maid.
Loder looked at the amused, boyish face lighted by the hanging lamp, and smiled pleasantly; then, with a shrug of the shoulders, he entered the pavilion and the curtain fell behind him. On entering the pavilion, Loder's first feeling was one of annoyed awkwardness at finding himself in almost total darkness.
"I think I know," Loder's voice broke in involuntarily. "Things got worse then still worse. You found interference useless. At last you ceased to have a husband." "Until a week ago." She glanced up quickly. Absorbed in her own feelings, she had seen nothing extraordinary in his words. But at hers, Loder changed color. "It's the most incredible thing in the world," she said.
Behind him on the table stood a cup, a teapot, and the can of milk; farther off a kettle was set to boil upon a tiny spirit-stove. In all strong situations we are more or less commonplace. Loder's first remark as he glanced round the disordered room seemed strangely inefficient. "Where's Robins?" he asked, in a brusque voice.
The simple sound of the word "love" coming at that precise juncture changed the whole current of Loder's thought. It fell like a seed; and like a seed in ultra-productive soil, it bore fruit with amazing rapidity. The word itself was small and the manner in which it was spoken trivial, but Loder's mind was attracted and held by it.
Chilcote paid no attention to the voice. Taking a step forward, he laid his fingers on the lapel of Loder's coat. "I have passed the stage where I can count upon myself," he said, "and I want to count upon somebody else. I want to keep my place in the world's eyes and yet be free " Loder drew back involuntarily, contempt struggling with bewilderment in his expression. Chilcote lifted his head.
"And the point of the joke is that the wife is the least larky person under the sun. See?" A second hot wave passed over Loder's face; a sense of mental disgust filled him. This, then, was the wonderful garden seen from another stand-point! He looked from Lillian, graceful, sceptical, and shallow, to the young girl beside him, so frankly modern in her appreciation of life.
"No," he said, honestly and without embellishment. The curtness of the answer might have displeased another woman. Eve seemed to take no offence. "I had a talk with the Fraides to-day," she said "A long talk. Mr. Fraide said great things of you things I wouldn't have believed from anybody but Mr. Fraide." She altered her position and looked from Loder's face back into the fire.
Again she smiled the smile that might be malicious or might be merely amused. "Oh," she answered at last, "I only meant that though I had been told Jack Chilcote wanted me, it wasn't Jack Chilcote I expected to see!" After her statement there was a pause. Loder's position was difficult.
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