Come here." Dick coughed huskily, wondering,
indeed, what he should say, and how to say it temperately.
"What's the need for saying anything? Get up and tramp." Torpenhow was
perfectly satisfied.
They walked up and down as of custom, Torpenhow's hand on Dick's shoulder, and
Dick buried in his own thoughts.
"How in the world did you find it all out?" said Dick, at last.
"You shouldn't go off your head if you want to keep secrets, Dickie. It was
absolutely impertinent on my part; but if you'd seen me rocketing about on a
half-trained French troop-horse under a blazing sun you'd have laughed. There
will be a charivari in my rooms tonight. Seven other devils----"
"I know--the row in the Southern Soudan. I surprised their councils the other
day, and it made me unhappy. Have you fixed your flint to go? Who d'you work
for?"
"Haven't signed any contracts yet. I wanted to see how your business would turn
out."
"Would you have stayed with me, then, if--things had gone wrong?" He put his
question cautiously.
"Don't ask me too much. I'm only a man."
"You've tried to be an angel very successfully."
"Oh ye--es! . . . Well, do you attend the function tonight? We shall be half
screwed before the morning.
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