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"Do you know, Susie, Uncle Adrian has just got to take a pen and jab it into a piece of paper, and tchick! up comes a golden sovereign every time he does it." Susan turned her serene gaze on Adrian. "Do it now," she commanded. "I haven't got a pen," said he. "I'll fetch you one from Daddy's study," she said, sliding from Jaffery's knee. Both Jaffery and Adrian looked scared.
For what else could be done with her? Let him bring her, then, according to programme. It would be far better, we agreed, Barbara and I, to let them fulfil their lunatic adventure undisturbed, and on Jaffery's arrival at Northlands to break the disastrous tidings. It would give us time to watch Doria and see what direction the resultant of the forces now tearing her soul would take.
It is curious to observe how, as the voyage proceeded, Jaffery's horizon gradually narrowed to the small shipboard circle, just as an invalid's interests become circumscribed by the walls of his sick-room.
"He does what I tell him," the little lady continued, drawing herself up majestically beside Jaffery's great bulk. "He's going to stay here, and so will you, if you will so far honour us." Liosha rose and bowed. "The honour is mine." "Then will you come this way I will shew you your room." She motioned to Liosha to precede her through the French window of the drawing-room.
A short while afterwards I was in the club again and there I came across Arbuthnot, the manager of Jaffery's newspaper, whom I had known for some years originally I think through Jaffery. I accepted the offer of a seat at his luncheon table, and, as men will, we began to discuss our common friend. "I wonder what has come over him lately," said he after a while. "Have you noticed any difference?"
I turned in my chair, holding it up in my hand. "Is this sufficiently dignified and imperious?" I began to declaim it. "Sir, it has been brought to my notice that the pipes ". I broke off short. "Hullo!" said I, my eyes on the wall, "what has become of the key of Jaffery's flat?" There was the brass-headed nail on which I had hung it, impertinently and nakedly bright.
You must imagine this. If anything relevant to the story of Jaffery, which, as you will remember, is all that I have to relate, happened at any of these ports, I should tell you. I should have chapter and verse for it in Jaffery's letters.
Otherwise why should she take so ill Jaffery's flight with Liosha, which she characterised as abominable, and Liosha's flight with Jaffery, which she characterised as monstrous? "I can't talk to Barbara about it," she said to me on the Sunday morning, perching herself on the corner of my library table, a disrespectful trick which she had caught from my wife, while I sat back in my writing-chair.
The basin set below the tap, in order to catch the drip, was nearly full. In four months' time the room would be flooded with sour and horrible beer. Full of the thought, I deposited the letters in the drawer with the rest of the correspondence, and, leaving the flat, summoned the lift, and in Jaffery's name presented a delighted porter with the contents of a nine-gallon cask.
My other papers the world can read if it choose to waste its time; at any rate, I am not going to lock them up and have the worry of a key preying on my mind. I should only lose it as I lost the other one. Now, by a freak of fortune, the key of Jaffery's flat remained in the suit-case wherein I had flung it at Havre, until it was fished out by Franklin on my arrival at Northlands.
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