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If one lives in a groove for years, one gets frozen up; I never felt more frozen than on the night Mr. Fraide spoke to me of you asked me to use my influence; then, on that night " "Yes. On that night?" Loder's voice was tense. But her excitement had suddenly fallen.
The air of evening was very refreshing, and the sun set with peculiar brilliancy. We had travelled during the whole day on good soil, and the ploughed appearance of the surface was very remarkable in various places, particularly a little to the south of Loder's station, where the hollows seemed to terminate in a common channel.
You know we're always more social when we smoke." In the short interval while she looked up into his face several ideas passed through Loder's mind. He thought of standing up suddenly and so regaining his advantage; he wondered quickly whether one hand could possibly suffice for the taking out and lighting of two cigarettes. Then all need for speculation was pushed suddenly aside.
There was a pause while she waited for his answer her head inclined to one side, her green eyes gleaming. Loder, conscious of her regard, hesitated for a moment. Then his face cleared. "Right!" he said, slowly. "'The Arcadian' tonight!" Loder's frame of mind as he left Cadogan Gardens was peculiar.
"I was quite civil to her, and she was quite sweet to me " Again he laughed. Loder's lips tightened. "You see, it saved the situation. Even if Lillian wanted to be nasty, she couldn't, while Eve was there. We talked for about ten minutes. We were quite an amiable trio. Then Lillian told me why she'd called.
From his entrance into the room she had stayed motionless, save for her first glance of acute inquiry; but now her demeanor changed. For almost the first time in Loder's knowledge of her the vitality and force that he had vaguely apprehended below her quiet, serene exterior sprang up like a flame within whose radius things are illuminated.
The rest, for the most part social claims, were to be left to circumstance and Loder's inclination, Chilcote's erratic memory always accounting for the breaking of trivial promises. But Loder in his new energy was anxious for obligations; the desire for fresh and greater tests grew with indulgence. He scanned the two lines with eagerness.
Charles Wood took his full share in the social life of the place, belonging both to "Loder's" and to "Bullingdon" institutions of high repute in the Oxford world; and being then, as now, an admirable horseman, he found his chief joy in hunting. In his vacations he visited France and Italy, and made some tours nearer home with undergraduate friends.
Then, as the picture completed itself, he lifted his hand with an abrupt movement and dropped the five tabloids one after another into the glass. Having taken a definite step in any direction, it was not in Loder's nature to wish it retraced.
The tone unnerved Chilcote; he suddenly dropped into a chair. "It it wasn't my fault," he began. "I I have had a horrible time!" Loder's lips tightened. "Yes," he said, "yes I understand." The other glanced up with a gleam of his old suspicion "'Twas all my nerves, Loder " "Of course. Yes, of course." Loder's interruption was curt. Chilcote eyed him doubtfully.
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