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A decent show of friendliness was all he could muster. It was all that Iver himself seemed to expect; he was resigned but by no means exultant. "The girl's very happy, and that's the thing. For myself well, I've got most of the things I started to get, and if this isn't quite what I looked forward to Well, you remember how things fell out?" Neeld nodded. He remembered that very well.
"Neeld was in an exceedingly difficult position," said Iver. "I've come to see that." He paused, looking at Southend with an amused air. "You introduced us to one another," he reminded him with a smile. "Bless my soul, so I did! I'd forgotten. Well, it seems my fate too to be mixed up in the affair." Just at present, however, he was assisting fate rather actively. "It's everybody's.
"I'll choose my time, and I won't keep you long," said Harry. With that they left him. But they had a word together before Edge caught his 'bus in Piccadilly. "Cool young chap!" said he. "Took it quietly enough." "Yes, considering the enormous difference it makes," agreed Neeld.
Such trials should not be inflicted on quiet old bachelors; Josiah Cholderton had not done with his editor yet. "We must treat it as a mere trifle," the Imp announced, fixing on the thing which above all others she could not achieve. Yet her manner was so confident that Neeld gasped. "And if that doesn't do, we must tell her that the happiness of her whole life depends on what she does to-night."
"The story does not lose its interest for me," remarked old Mr Neeld primly, and he added, as he greeted Cecily, "It won't so long as I can look at your face, my dear. You keep Addie Tristram still alive for me." "She's Lady Tristram and I'm the enormous difference, I suppose," said Harry.
As you and Neeld are both aware, on the 18th my brother fell into a collapse which was mistaken for death." "Yes, the 18th," murmured Neeld, referring to the paper before him, and reading Josiah Cholderton's account of what Madame de Kries had told him at Heidelberg. "From that attack he rallied temporarily, but not until his death had been reported."
No fresh whispers of danger had come to Harry Tristram's ears. He knew nothing of Neeld and could not think of that quiet old gentleman as a possible menace to his secret. He trusted Mina Zabriska and relied on the influence which he had proved himself to possess over her. He did not believe that Duplay would stick to his game, and was not afraid of him if he did.
Harry considered this remark for a moment with an impartial air. "Well, perhaps I should," he admitted at last, "but you needn't tell that to Cecily. Content yourself with discussing it with Mina or Mr Neeld." "I'm tired of both of them," she cried. "They do nothing but talk about you." That night as he sat in the garden at Blent with his wife, Harry returned the compliment by talking of the Imp.
I used to go there with Mina Zabriska." She smiled in retrospect; it would have been pardonable if Neeld had smiled too. "I haven't seen her for ever so long," Janie added, "but she'll be at Blent to-night." Ah, if he might give just the barest hint to Mina now! "Bob isn't particularly fond of her, you see, so we don't meet much now. He thinks she's rather spiteful."
"A miss is as good as a mile," he said, "eh, Neeld? I'd like to see Addie Tristram again though I suppose she's a wreck, poor thing!" "Why couldn't she marry the man properly, instead of bolting?" asked Iver. He did not approve of such escapades.
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