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In her fatally orderly mind Toni was classified as a "type" the type of the pretty, useless, childish wife; and Miss Loder never looked for any variation of the type when once she had labelled the specimen. That his now secretary did her work admirably Owen realized with intense gratitude.
The rooms Loder inhabited were on the highest floor; and from their windows one might gaze philosophically on the tree-tops, forgetting the uneven pavement and the worn railing that hemmed them round.
But I say, Blessirigton, it's a beastly shame to have that thunder-cloud barrier shutting off the sorceress. If she gazes at the crystal, mayn't we have something to gaze at, too?" Blessington laughed. "You want too much, Galltry," he said. "Lady Astrupp understands the value of the unattainable. Come along, sir!" he added to Loder, drawing him forward with an energetic pressure of the arm.
But though tightly wedged into his new position and guarding Eve with one arm, Loder was free to survey the brilliantly thronged corridor over the head of a man a few inches shorter than himself, who stood directly in front of him. "What are we waiting for?" he asked, good humoredly, addressing the back of the stranger's head.
At the end of the path the space widened to the full breadth of the conservatory. The light was dimmer, giving an added impression of distance; away to the left, Loder heard the sound of splashing water, and on his right hand he caught his first glimpse of the tent that was his goal.
"I'm afraid you think me very troublesome." The voice came again, delicately low and conciliatory. For a brief second Loder wondered uncertainly how long or how well Chilcote knew Lady Astrupp; then he dismissed the question. Chilcote had never mentioned her until to-night, and then casually as Lady Bramfell's sister. What a coward he was becoming in throwing the dice with Fate!
"You risk your fortune that you, may keep the place it bought for you?" Loder laughed again. "How do you know that I am not a blackguard?" he added. "How do you know that I won't clear out one day and leave you high and dry? What is to prevent John Chilcote from realizing forty or fifty thousand pounds and then making himself scarce?" "You won't do that," Chilcote said, with unusual decision.
Rose is very fond of you, Toni" somehow her very inflection made Toni's conception of Owen's love shrivel into nothingness "and he couldn't rest if he thought you were unhappy. He would bring you back, and things would be just the same again. He would do his work, helped by Miss Loder, I suppose, and you would go on as you are now. After all, Toni, you know you have a lot to be grateful for."
"This Miss Loder you like her?" "I believe sometimes I almost hate her," said Toni drearily. "She is everything I am not, you see. She is clever, well-educated, amusing. I think I hate women who tell amusing stories," she added vindictively, biting her lip with her strong little teeth. "But she is not personally objectionable to you?"
He was wearing the overcoat he had worn, the night before, and, acting on impulse, he thrust his hand into the pocket and drew out the stranger's card. "Mr. John Loder!" He read the name over as he walked along, and it mechanically repeated itself in his brain falling into measure with his steps. Who was John Loder? What was he? The questions tantalized him till his pace unconsciously increased.
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