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"Not at all, not at all!" protested Ruthven, languidly settling himself once more among the cushions. "And by the way," he added, "there's a law by-law something or other, that I understand may interest you" he looked up at Neergard, who had sunk back in his chair "about unpaid assessments " Neergard now for the first time was looking directly at him. "Unpaid assessments," repeated Ruthven.
The intelligent never wilfully make enemies; Neergard made them gratuitously, cynically kicking from under him the props he used in mounting the breach, and which he fancied he no longer needed as a scaffolding now that he had obtained a foothold on the outer wall.
He stood a moment at the window watching the brougham below where Nina awaited Miss Erroll. Then, abruptly, he turned back into the room and picked up the telephone receiver, muttering: "This is no time to mince matters for the sake of appearances." And he called up Gerald at the offices of Neergard & Co. "Is it you, Gerald?" he asked pleasantly.
"Suppose you sound him," he suggested, "in strictest " "Naturally," cut in Selwyn dryly; and turning to his littered desk, opened the first letter his hand encountered. Now that his head was turned, Neergard looked full at the back of his neck for a long minute, then went out silently.
You'll hear from the secretary, I fancy Mottly, you know. . . . Is there anything more, Neergard?" Neergard scarcely heard him. He had listened, mechanically, when told in as many words that he had been read out of the Siowitha Club; he understood that he stood alone, discarded, disgraced, with a certain small coterie of wealthy men implacably hostile to him.
And, quietly turning to Alixe, and dropping his voice to a tone too low for Neergard to hear for he was plainly attempting to listen: "You are making a mistake; do you understand? Whoever is your hostess wherever you are staying find her and go there before it is too late."
In either case, having been useful to Neergard, his profits from the transaction would have been considerable.
Get a sheet of paper from that desk. Now, write out a list of the loans made you by Neergard. . . . Every cent, if you please. . . . And the exact amount you placed to Mrs. Ruthven's credit. . . . Have you written that? Let me see it." The boy handed him the paper.
Why, we've got that Valleydale tract in shape now, and there are scores of schemes in the air scores of them important moves which may mean anything!" he ended, excitedly. "Then you think it would be all right in case Neergard likes the idea?" Gerald was enthusiastic. After a while they shook hands, it being time to separate.
When Selwyn approached, Neergard saw him first, stared at him, and snickered; but he greeted everybody with smiling composure, nodding to those he knew a trifle more formally to Mrs. Ruthven and, coolly pulling up a chair, seated himself beside Gerald. "Boots has driven home with the others," he said in a low voice; "I'm going back in the motor-boat with you. Don't worry about Austin.
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