I was invited to join the game, but dread of being led
into a carouse deterred me, and after looking on for a few minutes, I
said good-night and wandered back toward the office. I walked up and
down a couple of times with an unlighted cigarette between my teeth, as
if merely seeking diversion, and then going up to the desk, asked some
irrelevant questions about the arrivals during the day. My question
answered, I turned carelessly as if about to depart, and then as though
the thought had suddenly presented itself, looked back, and said:
"Oh! by the by; did I understand correctly that my brother, Mr. Torrence
Attlebridge, had settled for our apartments?"
The clerk did not have to refer to his books, but answered promptly with
a pleased smile:
"Oh, yes, sir. Everything is settled for in full. Your brother has
paid in advance for two months. He has our receipt for the amount—three
hundred pounds. They are our very best apartments, sir; decorated by
LeBrune, and furnished by Haltzeimer entirely regardless—I hope Mr.
Attlebridge finds everything satisfactory!"
I assured him that everything was just as we desired and went away
comforted, with the exception of wishing that I had the money instead of
the rooms. But such thoughts were idle; I was in Torrence’s hands.
After loitering about the smoking room for a few minutes, I returned to
my room, and to bed.
*V.*
When I got up in the morning Torrence had gone. He had left without
disturbing me, as he said he should, the journey to Gravesend requiring
an early start.
I determined to put in the day writing, having evolved some ideas which
I thought might suit a certain American journal; but it is astonishing
when the necessity for work has been removed, how indifferent we become
to it. Every effort seemed absolutely futile, and after an hour, I put
away my writing materials and went out for a drive in the park. I could
see that my brother’s new outfit was greatly admired, and I leaned back
upon the satin cushions, conscious that I was looked upon as an
important person—possibly a duke. I lunched at a fashionable restaurant
near the marble arch, and then, after a drive along Edgeware road,
returned to the hotel.
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