He sat motionless at his desk, like a big spider for who time has no meaning. Before him lay two newspapers, folded so as to expose paragraphs heavily indicated by blue pencil-marks. They were not financial journals, and for that reason it was improbable that he would have seen these paragraphs, if the Secretary of the Company had not marked them, and brought them to him. That official had been vastly more fluttered by them than he found it possible to be. In slightly-varying language, these two items embedded4 in so-called money articles reported the rumour5 that a charge of fraud had arisen in connection with the Rubber Consols corner, and that sensational6 disclosures were believed to be impending7.
Thorpe looked with a dulled, abstracted eye at these papers, lying on the desk, and especially at the blue pencil-lines upon them, as he pondered many things. Their statement, thus scattered8 broadcast to the public, seemed at once to introduce a new element into the situation, and to leave it unchanged. That influence of some sort had been exerted to get this story into these papers, it did not occur to him for an instant to doubt. To his view, all things that were put into papers were put there for a purpose—it would express his notion more clearly, perhaps, to say for a price. Of the methods of Fleet Street, he was profoundly ignorant, but his impressions of them were all cynical9. Upon reflection, however, it seemed unlikely to him that Lord Plowden had secured the insertion of these rumours10. So far as Thorpe could fathom11 that nobleman's game, its aims would not be served by premature12 publicity13 of this kind.
Gradually, the outlines of a more probable combination took shape in his thoughts. There were left in the grip of the “corner” now only two victims,—Rostocker and Aronson. They owed this invidious differentiation14 to a number of causes: they had been the chief sellers of stock, being between them responsible for the delivery of 8,500 Rubber Consols shares, which they could not get; they were men of larger fortune than the other “shorts,” and therefore could with safety be squeezed longest; what was fortunate for him under the circumstances, they were the two men against whom Thorpe's personal grudge15 seemed able to maintain itself most easily.
For these reasons, they had already been mulcted in differences to the extent of, in round numbers, 165,000 pounds. On the morrow, the twelfth of September, it was Thorpe's plan to allow them to buy in the shares they needed, at 22 or 23 pounds per share—which would take from them nearly 200,000 pounds more. He had satisfied himself that they could, and would if necessary, pay this enormous ransom16 for their final escape from the “corner.” Partly because it was not so certain that they could pay more, partly because he was satiated with spoils and tired of the strain of the business, he had decided17 to permit this escape.
He realized now, however, that they on their side had planned to escape without paying any final ransom at all.
That was clearly the meaning of these paragraphs, and of the representations which had yesterday been made to the Stock Exchange Committee. He had additional knowledge today of the character of these representations. Nothing definite had been alleged18, but some of the members of the Committee had been informally notified, so Semple had this morning learned, that a specific charge of fraud, supported by unanswerable proof, was to be brought against the Rubber Consols management on the morrow. Thorpe reasoned out now, step by step, what that meant. Lord Plowden had sought out Rostocker and Aronson, and had told them that he had it in his power ignominiously19 to break the “corner.” He could hardly have told them the exact nature of his power, because until he should have seen Tavender he did not himself know what it was. But he had given them to understand that he could prove fraud, and they, scenting20 in this the chance of saving 200,000 pounds, and seeing that time was so terribly short, had hastened to the Committeemen with this vague declaration that, on the morrow, they could prove—they did not precisely21 know what. Yes—plainly enough—that was what had happened. And it would be these two Jew “wreckers,” eager to invest their speculative22 notification to the Committee with as much of an air of formality as possible, who had caused the allusions23 to it to be published in these papers.
Thorpe's lustreless24 eye suddenly twinkled with mirth as he reached this conclusion; his heavy face brightened into a grin of delight. A vision of Lord Plowden's absurd predicament rose vividly25 before him, and he chuckled26 aloud at it.
It seemed only the most natural thing in the world that, at this instant, a clerk should open the door and nod with meaning to the master. The visitor whom he had warned the people in the outer office he expected, had arrived. Thorpe was still laughing to himself when Lord Plowden entered.
“Hallo! How d'ye do!” he called out to him from where he sat at his desk.
The hilarity27 of the manner into which he had been betrayed, upon the instant surprised and rather confused him. He had not been altogether clear as to how he should receive Plowden, but certainly a warm joviality28 had not occurred to him as appropriate.
The nobleman was even more taken aback. He stared momentarily at the big man's beaming mask, and then, with nervous awkwardness, executed a series of changes in his own facial expression and demeanour. He flushed red, opened his lips to say “Ah!” and then twisted them into a doubting and seemingly painful smile. He looked with very bright-eyed intentness at Thorpe, as he advanced, and somewhat spasmodically put out his hand.
It occurred to Thorpe not to see this hand. “How are you!” he repeated in a more mechanical voice, and withdrew his smile. Lord Plowden fidgeted on his feet for a brief, embarrassed interval30 before the desk, and then dropped into a chair at its side. With a deliberate effort at nonchalance31, he crossed his legs, and caressed32 the ankle on his knee with a careless hand. “Anything new?” he asked.
Thorpe lolled back in his arm-chair. “I'm going to be able to get away in a few days' time,” he said, indifferently. “I expect to finally wind up the business on the Stock Exchange tomorrow.”
“Ah—yes,” commented Plowden, vacantly. He seemed to be searching after thoughts which had wandered astray. “Yes—of course.”
“Yes—of course,” Thorpe said after him, with a latent touch of significance.
The other looked up quickly, then glanced away again. “It's all going as you expected, is it?” he asked.
“Better than I expected,” Thorpe told him, energetically. “Much better than anybody expected.”
“Hah!” said Plowden. After a moment's reflection he went on hesitatingly: “I didn't know. I saw something in one of the papers this morning,—one of the money articles,—which spoke34 as if there were some doubt about the result. That's why I called.”
“Well—it's damned good of you to come round, and show such a friendly interest.” Thorpe's voice seemed candid35 enough, but there was an enigmatic something in his glance which aroused the other's distrust.
“I'm afraid you don't take very much stock in the 'friendly interest,'” he said, with a constrained36 little laugh.
“I'm not taking stock in anything new just now,” replied Thorpe, lending himself lazily to the other's metaphor37. “I'm loaded up to the gunnels already.”
A minute of rather oppressive silence ensued. Then Plowden ventured upon an opening. “All the same, it WAS with an idea of,—perhaps being of use to you,—that I came here,” he affirmed. “In what way?” Thorpe put the query38 almost listlessly.
Lord Plowden turned his hands and let his dark eyes sparkle in a gesture of amiable39 uncertainty40. “That depended upon what was needed. I got the impression that you were in trouble—the paper spoke as if there were no doubt of it—and I imagined that quite probably you would be glad to talk with me about it.”
“Quite right,” said Thorpe. “So I should.”
This comprehensive assurance seemed not, however, to facilitate conversation. The nobleman looked at the pattern of the sock on the ankle he was nursing, and knitted his brows in perplexity. “What if the Committee of the Stock Exchange decide to interfere41?” he asked at last.
“Oh, that would knock me sky-high,” Thorpe admitted.
“Approximately, how much may one take 'sky-high' to mean?”
Thorpe appeared to calculate. “Almost anything up to a quarter of a million,” he answered.
“Hah!” said Lord Plowden again. “Well—I understand—I'm given to understand—that very likely that is what the Committee will decide.”
“Does it say that in the papers?” asked Thorpe. He essayed an effect of concern. “Where did you see that?”
“I didn't see it,” the other explained. “It—it came to me.”
“God!” said Thorpe. “That'll be awful! But are you really in earnest? Is that what you hear? And does it come at all straight?”
Lord Plowden nodded portentously42. “Absolutely straight,” he said, with gravity.
Thorpe, after a momentary43 stare of what looked like bewilderment, was seen to clutch at a straw. “But what was it you were saying?” he demanded, with eagerness. “You talked about help—a minute ago. Did you mean it? Have you got a plan? Is there something that you can do?”
Plowden weighed his words. “It would be necessary to have a very complete understanding,” he remarked.
“Whatever you like,” exclaimed the other.
“Pardon me—it would have to be a good deal more definite than that,” Plowden declared. “A 'burnt child'—you know.”
The big man tapped musingly44 with his finger-nails on the desk. “We won't quarrel about that,” he said. “But what I'd like to know first,—you needn't give anything away that you don't want to,—but what's your plan? You say that they've got me in a hole, and that you can get me out.” “In effect—yes.”
“But how do you know that I can't get myself out? What do you know about the whole thing anyway? Supposing I tell you that I laugh at it—that there's no more ground for raising the suspicion of fraud than there is for—for suspecting that you've got wings and can fly.”
“I—I don't think you'll tell me that,” said Plowden, placidly45.
“Well then, supposing I don't tell you that,” the other resumed, argumentatively. “Supposing I say instead that it can't be proved. If the Committee doesn't have proof NOW,—within twenty-one or twenty-two hours,—they can't do anything at all. Tomorrow is settling day. All along, I've said I would wind up the thing tomorrow. The market-price has been made for me by the jobbers46 yesterday and today. I'm all ready to end the whole business tomorrow—close it all out. And after that's done, what do I care about the Stock Exchange Committee? They can investigate and be damned! What could they do to me?”
“I think a man can always be arrested and indicted47, and sent to penal48 servitude,” said Lord Plowden, with a certain solemnity of tone. “There are even well-known instances of extradition49.”
Thorpe buried his chin deep in his collar, and regarded his companion with a fixed50 gaze, in which the latter detected signs of trepidation51. “But about the Committee—and tomorrow,” he said slowly. “What do you say about that? How can they act in that lightning fashion? And even if proofs could be got, how do you suppose they are to be got on the drop of the hat, at a minute's notice?”
“The case is of sufficient importance to warrant a special meeting tomorrow morning,” the other rejoined. “One hour's notice, posted in the House, is sufficient, I believe. Any three members of the Committee can call such a meeting, and I understand that seven make a quorum52. You will see that a meeting could be held at noon tomorrow, and within half an hour could make you a ruined man.”
“I don't know—would you call it quite ruined?” commented Thorpe. “I should still have a few sovereigns to go on with.”
“A criminal prosecution53 would be practically inevitable—after such a disclosure,” Plowden reminded him, with augmented54 severity of tone.
“Don't mix the two things up,” the other urged. There seemed to the listener to be supplication55 in the voice. “It's the action of the Committee that you said you could influence. That's what we were talking about. You say there will be a special meeting at noon tomorrow——
“I said there could be one,” Plowden corrected him.
“All right. There CAN be one. And do you say that there can be proof,—proof against me of fraud,—produced at that meeting?”
“Yes—I say that,” the nobleman affirmed, quietly.
“And further still—do you say that it rests with you whether that proof shall be produced or not?”
Lord Plowden looked into the impassive, deep-eyed gaze which covered him, and looked away from it again. “I haven't put it in just that form,” he said, hesitatingly. “But in essentials—yes, that may be taken as true.”
“And what is your figure? How much do you want for holding this proof of yours back, and letting me finish scooping56 the money of your Hebrew friends Aronson and Rostocker?”
The peer raised his head, and shot a keenly enquiring57 glance at the other. “Are they my friends?” he asked, with challenging insolence58.
“I'm bound to assume that you have been dealing59 with them, just as you are dealing with me.” Thorpe explained his meaning dispassionately, as if the transaction were entirely60 commonplace. “You tell them that you're in a position to produce proof against me, and ask them what they'll give for it. Then naturally enough you come to me, and ask what I'll be willing to pay to have the proof suppressed. I quite understand that I must bid against these men—and of course I take it for granted that, since you know their figure, you've arranged in your mind what mine is to be. I quite understand, too, that I am to pay more than they have offered. That is on account of 'friendly interest.'”
“Since you allude61 to it,” Lord Plowden observed, with a certain calm loftiness of tone, “there is no harm in saying that you WILL pay something on that old score. Once you thrust the promise of something like a hundred thousand pounds positively62 upon me. You insisted on my believing it, and I did so, like a fool. I came to you to redeem63 the promise, and you laughed in my face. Very well. It is my turn now. I hold the whip-hand, and I should be an ass29 not to remember things. I shall want that entire one hundred thousand pounds from you, and fifty thousand added to it 'on account of the 'friendly interest,' as you so intelligently expressed it.”
Thorpe's chin burrowed64 still deeper upon his breast. “It's an outrage,” he said with feeling. Then he added, in tones of dejected resignation: “When will you want it?”
“At the moment when the payments of Rostocker and Aronson are made to you, or to your bankers or agents,” Lord Plowden replied, with prepared facility. He had evidently given much thought to this part of the proceedings65. “And of course I shall expect you to draw up now an agreement to that effect. I happen to have a stamped paper with me this time. And if you don't mind, we will have it properly witnessed—this time.”
Thorpe looked at him with a disconcertingly leaden stare, the while he thought over what had been proposed. “That's right enough,” he announced at last, “but I shall expect you to do some writing too. Since we're dealing on this basis, there must be no doubt about the guarantee that you will perform your part of the contract.”
“The performance itself, since payment is conditional66 upon it—” began Plowden, but the other interrupted him.
“No, I want something better than that. Here—give me your stamped paper.” He took the bluish sheet, and, without hesitation67, wrote several lines rapidly. “Here—this is my promise,” he said, “to pay you 150,000 pounds, upon your satisfactory performance of a certain undertaking68 to be separately nominated in a document called 'A,' which we will jointly69 draw up and agree to and sign, and deposit wherever you like—for safe keeping. Now, if you'll sit here, and write out for me a similar thing—that in consideration of my promise of 150,000 pounds, you covenant70 to perform the undertaking to be nominated in the document 'A'—and so on.”
Lord Plowden treated as a matter of course the ready and business-like suggestion of the other. Taking his place at the desk in turn, he wrote out what had been suggested. Thorpe touched a bell, and the clerk who came in perfunctorily attested71 the signatures upon both papers. Each principal folded and pocketed the pledge of the other.
“Now,” said Thorpe, when he had seated himself again at the desk, “we are all right so far as protection against each other goes. If you don't mind, I will draw up a suggestion of what the separate document 'A' should set forth72. If you don't like it, you can write one.”
He took more time to this task, frowning laboriously73 over the fresh sheet of foolscap, and screening from observation with his hand what he was writing. Finally, the task seemed finished to his mind. He took up the paper, glanced through it once more, and handed it in silence to the other.
In silence also, and with an expression of arrested attention, Lord Plowden read these lines:
“The undertaking referred to in the two documents of even date, signed respectively by Lord Plowden and Stormont Thorpe, is to the effect that at some hour between eleven A.M. and three P.M. of September 12th, instant, Lord Plowden shall produce before a special meeting of the Committee of the Stock Exchange, the person of one Jerome P. Tavender, to explain to said Committee his share in the blackmailing74 scheme of which Lord Plowden, over his own signature, has furnished documentary evidence.”
The nobleman continued to look down at the paper, after the power to hold it without shaking had left his hand. There came into his face, mingling75 with and vitiating its rich natural hues76 of health, a kind of grey shadow. It was as if clay was revealing itself beneath faded paint. He did not lift his eyes.
Thorpe had been prepared to hail this consummation of his trick with boisterous77 and scornful mirth. Even while the victim was deciphering the fatal paper, he had restrained with impatience78 the desire to burst out into bitter laughter. But now there was something in the aspect of Plowden's collapse79 which seemed to forbid triumphant80 derision. He was taking his blow so like a gentleman,—ashen-pale and quivering, but clinging to a high-bred dignity of silence,—that the impulse to exhibit equally good manners possessed81 Thorpe upon the instant.
“Well—you see how little business you've got, setting yourself to buck82 against a grown-up man.”
He offered the observation in the tone of the school-teacher, affectedly83 philosophical84 but secretly jubilant, who harangues85 a defeated and humiliated86 urchin87 upon his folly88.
“Oh, chuck it!” growled89 Lord Plowden, staring still at the calamitous90 paper.
Thorpe accepted in good part the intimation that silence was after all most decorous. He put his feet up on the corner of the desk, and tipping back his chair, surveyed the discomfited91 Viscount impassively. He forbore even to smile.
“So this swine of a Tavender came straight to you!” Lord Plowden had found words at last. As he spoke, he lifted his face, and made a show of looking the other in the eye.
“Oh, there are a hundred things in your own game, even, that you haven't an inkling of,” Thorpe told him, lightly. “I've been watching every move you've made, seeing further ahead in your own game than you did. Why, it was too easy! It was like playing draughts92 with a girl. I knew you would come today, for example. I told the people out there that I expected you.”
“Yes-s,” said the other, with rueful bewilderment. “You seem to have been rather on the spot—I confess.”
“On the spot? All over the place!” Thorpe lifted himself slightly in his chair, and put more animation93 into his voice.
“It's the mistake you people make!” he declared oracularly. “You think that a man can come into the City without a penny, and form great combinations and carry through a great scheme, and wage a fight with the smartest set of scoundrels on the London Stock Exchange and beat 'em, and make for himself a big fortune—and still be a fool! You imagine that a man like that can be played with, and hoodwinked by amateurs like yourself. It's too ridiculous!”
The perception that apparently94 Thorpe bore little or no malice95 had begun to spread through Plowden's consciousness. It was almost more surprising to him than the revelation of his failure had been. He accustomed himself to the thought gradually, and as he did so the courage crept back into his glance. He breathed more easily.
“You are right!” he admitted. It cost him nothing to give a maximum of fervid96 conviction to the tone of his words. The big brute's pride in his own brains and power was still his weakest point. “You are right! I did play the fool. And it was all the more stupid, because I was the first man in London to recognize the immense forces in you. I said to you at the very outset, 'You are going to go far. You are going to be a great man.' You remember that, don't you?”
Thorpe nodded. “Yes—I remember it.”
The nobleman, upon reflection, drew a little silver box from his pocket, and extracted a match. “Do you mind?” he asked, and scarcely waiting for a token of reply, struck a flame upon the sole of his shoe, and applied97 it to the sheet of foolscap he still held in his hand. The two men watched it curl and blacken after it had been tossed in the grate, without a word.
This incident had the effect of recalling to Thorpe the essentials of the situation. He had allowed the talk to drift to a point where it became almost affable. He sat upright with a sudden determination, and put his feet firmly on the floor, and knitted his brows in austerity.
“It was not only a dirty trick that you tried to play me,” he said, in an altered, harsh tone, “but it was a fool-trick. That drunken old bum98 of a Tavender writes some lunatic nonsense or other to Gafferson, and he's a worse idiot even than Tavender is, and on the strength of what one of these clowns thinks he surmises99 the other clown means, you go and spend your money,—money I gave you, by the way,—in bringing Tavender over here. You do this on the double chance, we'll say, of using him against me for revenge and profit combined, or of peddling100 him to me for a still bigger profit. You see it's all at my fingers' ends.”
Lord Plowden nodded an unqualified assent101.
“Well then—Tavender arrives. What do you do? Are you at the wharf102 to meet him? Have you said to yourself: 'I've set out to fight one of the smartest and strongest men in England, and I've got to keep every atom of wits about me, and strain every nerve to the utmost, and watch every point of the game as a tiger watches a snake'? Not a bit of it! You snooze in bed, and you send Gafferson—Gafferson!—the mud-head of the earth! to meet your Tavender, and loaf about with him in London, and bring him down by a slow train to your place in the evening. My God! You've only got two clear days left to do the whole thing in—and you don't even come up to town to get ready for them! You send Gafferson—and he goes off to see a flower-show—Mother of Moses! think of it! a FLOWER-show!—and your Tavender aud I are left to take a stroll together, and talk over old times and arrange about new times, and so on, to our hearts' content. Really, it's too easy! You make me tired!”
The nobleman offered a wan33, appealing shadow of a smile. “I confess to a certain degree of weariness myself,” he said, humbly103.
Thorpe looked at him in his old apathetic104, leaden fashion for a little. “I may tell you that if you HAD got hold of Tavender,” he decided to tell him, “he shouldn't have been of the faintest use to you. I know what it was that he wrote to Gafferson,—I couldn't understand it when he first told me, but afterwards I saw through it,—and it was merely a maudlin105 misapprehension of his. He'd got three or four things all mixed up together. You've never met your friend Tavender, I believe? You'd enjoy him at Hadlow House. He smells of rum a hundred yards off. What little brain he's got left is soaked in it. The first time I was ever camping with him, I had to lick him for drinking the methylated spirits we were using with our tin stove. Oh, you'd have liked him!”
“Evidently,” said Lord Plowden, upon reflection, “it was all a most unfortunate and—ah—most deplorable mistake.” With inspiration, he made bold to add: “The most amazing thing, though—to my mind—is that you don't seem—what shall I say?—particularly enraged106 with me about it.”
“Yes—that surprises me, too,” Thorpe meditatively107 admitted. “I was entitled to kill you—crush you to jelly. Any other man I would. But you,—I don't know,—I do funny things with you.”
“I wish you would give me a drink, now—as one of them,” Plowden ventured to suggest, with uneasy pleasantry.
Thorpe smiled a little as he rose, and heavily moved across the room. He set out upon the big official table in the middle, that mockingly pretentious108 reminder109 of a Board which never met, a decanter and two glasses and some recumbent, round-bottomed bottles. He handed one of these last to Plowden, as the latter strolled toward the table.
“You know how to open these, don't you?” he said, languidly. “Somehow I never could manage it.”
The nobleman submissively took the bottle, and picked with awkwardness at its wire and cork110, and all at once achieved a premature and not over-successful explosion. He wiped his dripping cuff111 in silence, when the tumblers were supplied.
“Well—here's better luck to you next time,” Thorpe said, lifting his glass. The audacious irony112 of his words filled Plowden with an instant purpose.
“What on earth did you round on me in that way for, Thorpe—when I was here last?” He put the question with bravery enough, but at sight of the other's unresponsive face grew suddenly timorous113 aud explanatory. “No man was ever more astounded114 in the world than I was. To this day I'm as unable to account for it as a babe unborn. What conceivable thing had I done to you?”
Thorpe slowly thought of something that had not occurred to him before, and seized upon it with a certain satisfaction.
“That day that you took me shooting,” he said, with the tone of one finally exposing a long-nursed grievance115, “you stayed in bed for hours after you knew I was up and waiting for you—and when we went out, you had a servant to carry a chair for you, but I—by God!—I had to stand up.”
“Heavens above!” ejaculated Plowden, in unfeigned amazement116.
“These are little things—mere trifles,” continued Thorpe, dogmatically, “but with men of my temper and make-up those are just the things that aggravate117 and rankle118 and hurt. Maybe it's foolish, but that's the kind of man I am. You ought to have had the intelligence to see that—and not let these stupid little things happen to annoy me. Why just think what you did. I was going to do God knows what for you—make your fortune and everything else,—and you didn't show consideration enough for me to get out of bed at a decent hour—much less see to it that I had a chair if you were going to have one.”
“Upon my word, I can't tell how ashamed and sorry I am,” Lord Plowden assured him, with fervent119 contrition120 in his voice.
“Well, those are the things to guard against,” said Thorpe, approaching a dismissal of the subject. “People who show consideration for me; people who take pains to do the little pleasant things for me, and see that I'm not annoyed and worried by trifles—they're the people that I, on my side, do the big things for. I can be the best friend in the world, but only to those who show that they care for me, and do what they know I'll like. I don't want toadies121 about me, but I do want people who feel bound to me, and are as keen about me and my feelings and interests as they are about their own.”
“It is delightfully122 feudal—all this,” commented the nobleman, smilingly addressing the remark to nobody in particular. Then he looked at Thorpe. “Let me be one of them—one of the people you speak of,” he said, with directness.
Thorpe returned his look with the good-natured beginnings of a grin. “But what would you be good for?” he queried123, in a bantering124 tone. “People I have about me have to be of some use. They require to have heads on their shoulders. Why—just think what you've done. I don't mean so much about your letting Tavender slip through your fingers—although that was about the worst I ever heard of. But here in this room, at that desk there, you allowed me to bounce you into writing and signing a paper which you ought to have had your hand cut off rather than write, much less sign. You come here trying to work the most difficult and dangerous kind of a bluff,—knowing all the while that the witness you depended entirely upon had disappeared, you hadn't the remotest idea where,—and you actually let me lead you into giving me your signature to your own declaration that you are blackmailing me! Thinking it all over—you know—I can't see that you would be of much help to me in the City.”
Lord Plowden joined perforce in the laughter with which the big man enjoyed his own pleasantry. His mirth had some superficial signs of shamefacedness, but it was hopeful underneath125. “The City!” he echoed, with meaning. “That's the curse of it. What do I know about the City? What business have I in the City? As you said, I'm the amateur. A strong man like you can make me seem any kind of a ridiculous fool he likes, with the turn of his hand. I see that right enough. But what am I to do? I have to make a shot at something. I'm so rotten poor!”
Thorpe had retired126 again behind the barrier of dull-eyed abstraction. He seemed not to have heard this appealing explanation.
The other preserved silence in turn, and even made a pretence127 of looking at some pamphlets on the table, as a token of his boundless128 deference129 to the master's mood.
“I don't know. I'll see,” the big man muttered at last, doubtfully.
Lord Plowden felt warranted in taking an optimistic view of these vague words. “It's awfully130 good of you”—he began, lamely131, and then paused. “I wonder,”—he took up a new thought with a more solicitous132 tone,—“I wonder if you would mind returning to me that idiotic133 paper I signed.”
Thorpe shook his head. “Not just now, at any rate,” he said, still musingly. With his head bowed, he took a few restless steps.
“But you are going to—to help me!” the other remarked, with an air of confidence. He had taken up his hat, in response to the tacit warning of his companion's manner.
Thorpe looked at him curiously134, and hesitated over his answer. It was a surprising and almost unaccountable conclusion for the interview to have reached. He was in some vague way ashamed of himself, but he was explicitly135 and contemptuously ashamed for Plowden, and the impulse to say so was strong within him. This handsome young gentleman of title ought not to be escaping with this restored buoyancy of mien136, and this complacency of spirit. He had deserved to be punished with a heavy hand, and here he was blithely137 making certain of new benefits instead.
“I don't know—I'll see,” Thorpe moodily138 repeated—and there was no more to be said.
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