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I thought you were simply guilty of impertinent curiosity. This, however, rather alters the look of affairs." "What does?" Richardson asked faintly. "That box ain't mine." "Perhaps not," Wingrave answered, "but you found it in my state room and filled it up with its present contents. My servant saw you coming out, and immediately went in to see what you had stolen, and report you.
Rocke, with good intentions towards me. Let me ask you to put yourself in my place. I am barely forty years old, and I am rich. I want to make the most of my life under the somewhat peculiar circumstances. How and where should you live?" "It depends a little upon your tastes, of course," Rocke answered. "You are a sportsman, are you not?" "I am fond of sport," Wingrave answered. "At least I was.
For sport, you might fish in Norway or Iceland, or shoot in Hungary; you could run to a yacht if you cared about it, and if you fancy big game, why, there's all Africa before you." Wingrave listened, without changing a muscle of his face. "Your programme," he remarked, "presupposes that I have no ambitions beyond the pursuit of pleasure." Rocke shrugged his shoulders.
"I suppose so," Aynesworth answered. "When do we start?" "Saturday week." "Sport west, or civilization east?" "Both," Wingrave answered. "Here is a list of the kit which we shall require. Add yourself the things which I have forgotten. I pay for both!" "Very good of you," Aynesworth answered. "Not at all. I don't suppose you'd come without. Can you shoot?" "A bit," he admitted.
She stood in front of him, and she laid her hands upon his shoulders. "Wingrave," she said, "I will obey. I will live the life you have shown me, and I will live it successfully. But I will know this. Who is it that has succeeded where I have failed?" "I do not understand you," he answered. "You do!" she declared, "and I will know. For years you have been a man with a shell upon your heart.
Wingrave passed on to his own room. His breakfast was on the table awaiting him, and a little pile of letters and newspapers stood by his plate. His servant, his head groom, and his chauffeur were there to receive their orders for the morning. About him were all the evidences of his well-ordered life. He sent both the men away and locked the door.
"Do you remember, when we went down to Tredowen just before we left for America, a little, long-legged, black-frocked child, whom we met in the gardens the organist's daughter, you know?" "What of her?" Wingrave asked. "It was she who was with me," Aynesworth remarked. "It was she who saw you in the box with the Marchioness of Westchester."
"Exactly," Wingrave interrupted. "And these ladies that you spoke of " "Oh! There's no difficulty about that," Rocke declared with an air of relief. "I can make up a little dinner party for tonight, if you like. There's an awfully smart American woman over here, with the Fanciful Fan Company I'm sure you'd like her, and she'd come like a shot. Then I'd get Daisy Vane she's all right.
"If you do not pay this, you have cheated me out of my profits for I should have placed the commission with brokers who could. Why did you wish to see me again?" "I thought that you might give me time," Nesbitt answered, raising his head and looking Wingrave straight in the face. "It seems rather a low down thing to come begging.
"You could swear to him, if necessary?" "Certainly, sir." "That will do, Morrison." The man withdrew. Wingrave turned to his victim. "A few weeks ago," he remarked, "I had a visit from the lady whose handwriting is upon that envelope. I had on the table before me a box of phenacetine lozenges. She naturally concluded that I was in the habit of using them.
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