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Lackaday was silent and preoccupied during the run to London. At the terminus we parted. I asked him to dinner at my club. He hesitated for a moment, then declined on the plea of military business. I did not see him or the Verity-Stewarts or Lady Auriol till after the Armistice. Like Ancient Gaul, time is nowadays divided into three parts, before, during and after the war.
I never told you that I am a man who has learned to keep himself under control. Perhaps under too much control. I shouldn't tell you now, if " "You don't suppose I'm a fool," she interrupted. "I knew. And the Verity-Stewarts knew. And even my little cousin Evadne knew." They still strolled along the path under the trees.
I can call myself General Lackaday till the day of my death, but not a sou does it put into my pocket. And, odd as it may appear, I've got to earn my living. Well, I suppose something will turn up." Before I had time to question him as to his plans and prospects, he shifted the talk to our friends, the Verity-Stewarts. He had stayed with them two or three times.
Of his private history I knew nothing, save his beginnings in the Cirque Rocambeau and his identity with a professional mountebank known as Petit Patou. Soon afterwards I spent a week-end with the Verity-Stewarts.
Our hosts, the Verity-Stewarts, were pleasant people, old friends of mine, inhabiting a Somerset manor-house which had belonged to their family since the days of Charles the Second.
I've lately spent a couple of months with him in Westmorland, so I know." "How small the world is," said Lady Auriol to Lackaday. "Too small," said he. "Oh," said Auriol blankly. "Have you seen our good friends, the Verity-Stewarts lately?" She had. They were in perfect health. They were wondering what had become of him. "And indeed, General," she flashed, "what has become of you?"
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