In the days that followed Fraide's marked adoption of him Loder behaved
with a discretion that spoke well for his qualities. Many a man placed
in the same responsible, and yet strangely irresponsible, position might
have been excused if, for the time at least, he gave himself a loose
rein. But Loder kept free of the temptation.
Like all other experiments, his showed unlooked-for features when put
to a working test. Its expected difficulties smoothed themselves away,
while others, scarcely anticipated, came into prominence. Most notable
of all, the physical likeness between himself and Chilcote, the bedrock
of the whole scheme, which had been counted upon to offer most danger,
worked without a hitch. He stood literally amazed before the sweeping
credulity that met him on every hand. Men who had known Chilcote from
his youth, servants who had been in his employment for years, joined
issue in the unquestioning acceptance. At times the ease of the
deception bewildered him; there were moments when he realized that,
should circumstances force him to a declaration of the truth, he would
not be believed. Human nature prefers its own eyesight to the testimony
of any man.
But in face of this astonishing success he steered a steady course. In
the first exhilaration of Fraide's favor, in the first egotistical wish
to break down Eve's scepticism, he might possibly have plunged into the
vortex of action, let it be in what direction it might; but fortunately
for himself, for Chilcote, and for their scheme, he was liable to
strenuous second thoughts--those wise and necessary curbs that go
further to the steadying of the universe than the universe guesses.
Sitting in the quiet of the House, on the same day that he had spoken
with Eve on the Terrace, he had weighed possibilities slowly and
cautiously. Impressed to the full by the atmosphere of the place that
in his eyes could never lack character, however dull its momentary
business, however prosy the voice that filled it, he had sifted impulse
from expedience, as only a man who has lived within himself can sift and
distinguish. And at the close of that first day his programme bad been
formed. There must be no rush, no headlong plunge, he had decided;
things must work round. It was his first expedition into the new
country, and it lay with fate to say whether it would be his last.
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