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'Good-bye, said Fielding, and they separated. On reaching his flat Drake was informed that a lady was waiting to see him. He crossed the passage and opened the door of his sitting-room. Mrs. Mallinson was standing by the window. She turned quickly as the door closed and took a step towards the centre of the room. Drake perceived that she had a copy of the Meteor in her hand.
'It's Stephen Drake, interposed Fielding, and 'Hulloa! he added in a voice of surprise as he observed the man whom Drake joined. 'Drake! Stephen Drake! exclaimed Mr. Le Mesurier, leaning forward hurriedly. 'Point him out to me, Fielding. The latter obeyed, and Mr. Le Mesurier watched Drake until he disappeared through the doorway, with what seemed to Mallinson a singular intentness.
It had always seemed to Drake that this fervid desire for fame, as a thing apart in itself, not as a symbol of success won in a cherished pursuit, argued some quality of weakness in the man, something unstable which would make for failure. His surprise was increased by an inability to recollect that Mallinson had ever considered literature as a means to his end.
The reply came from the father, a heart-broken admission of the justice of Drake's action, and a prayer that, for the sake of those of the family who still lived, Gorley's crime should be as far as possible kept secret. Drake gave the promise. So far he had kept it, he realised, as he tossed aside the last copy of the Meteor. At eight o'clock Sidney Mallinson arrived.
Drake, you are coming back with us? Drake hesitated. 'You said you would at the Town Hall. So I have had your bag packed, and put in the waggonette. 'Very well, he assented; and the party went outside the hotel. 'Now, how shall we go? asked the Captain. 'Mallinson, you of course in the waggonette, and he chuckled with a cheery maliciousness. 'Clarice, will you get in?
'What an extraordinary thing that you should ask me that, she replied slowly, 'because Mr. Mallinson asked it too. She paused for a second or so and went on. 'I have never thought of him in that way, I am sure. Oh no! and she roused herself from her attitude of deliberation and crossed to the window, speaking briskly as she went. 'I had quite a different reason. Mrs.
She was induced to play with a fragment of sole; she ended by eating the wing of a chicken. 'Now, said Mrs. Willoughby when she had set Clarice upon a sofa in front of a cosy fire in her boudoir, 'tell me what all the trouble's about. She drew up a low chair and sat down with a hand upon the girl's arm. 'It's about Sid I mean Mr. Mallinson, she began.
He dined with some friends at the Savoy and went on in a comfortable frame of mind to a concert; there Mrs. Willoughby joined them, so did Mallinson, and the couple sat side by side and conversed through a song. 'The height of bad taste, commented Fielding in an access of irritation. The fellow was spoiling his comedy by relinquishing his part.
He leaned forward as he spoke from the embrasure of the second window, which was in a line with, and but a few feet apart from, that at which she was sitting. Miss Le Mesurier flushed, and asked, 'How did you hear? 'Both windows are open. Mallinson was leaning out. The girl's confusion increased, and with it Fielding's enjoyment. He repeated, 'So he's doing no work?
'Drake! exclaimed Mallinson, utterly bewildered. 'Drake! The man wouldn't be such a 'He was though. 'Do you mean that he confessed to it? 'Confess? she said, turning towards him. 'That is hardly the word.
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