Civil service -- Fiction; London (England) -- Fiction
But then to do so successfully, he must induce Undy to do so too; and
that he knew would not at present be an easy task. Who had ever been
successful in getting back money from Undy Scott? He had paid the last
half-year's interest with most commendable punctuality, and was not that
a great deal from Undy Scott?
But what if this appropriation of another's money, what if this fraud
should be detected and exposed before he had succeeded in paying back
the £10,000. What if he should wake some morning and find himself in the
grip of some Newgate myrmidon? A terrible new law had just been passed
for the protection of trust property; a law in which he had not felt the
slightest interest when he had first seen in the daily newspapers some
tedious account of the passing of the various clauses, but which was now
terrible to his innermost thoughts.
His walk across the Parks was not made happy by much self-triumph. In
spite of his commissionership and coming parliamentary honours, his
solitary moments were seldom very happy. It was at his club, when living
with Undy and Undy's peers, that he was best able to throw off his
cares and enjoy himself. But even then, high as he was mounted on his
fast-trotting horse, black Care would sit behind him, ever mounted on
the same steed.
And bitterly did poor Gertrude feel the misery of these evenings which
her husband passed at his club; but she never reviled him or complained;
she never spoke of her sorrow even to her mother or sister. She did not
even blame him in her own heart. She knew that he had other business
than that of his office, higher hopes than those attached to his board;
and she taught herself to believe that his career required him to be
among public men.
He had endeavoured to induce her to associate constantly with Mrs. Val,
so that her evenings might not be passed alone; but Gertrude, after
trying Mrs. Val for a time, had quietly repudiated the closeness of this
alliance. Mrs. Val had her ideas of 'Excelsior,' her ambition to rule,
and these ideas and this ambition did not at all suit Gertrude's temper.
Not even for her husband's sake could she bring herself to be patronized
by Mrs. Val. They were still very dear friends, of course; but they did
not live in each other's arms as Alaric had intended they should do.
He returned home after his interview with Sir Gregory, and found his
wife in the drawing-room with her child. He usually went down from his
office to his club, and she was therefore the more ready to welcome him
for having broken through his habit on the present occasion.
She left her infant sprawling on the floor, and came up to greet him
with a kiss.
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