"Bitterly I made up my mind that sooner or later I must cut it, and take
life seriously, like the poor man I was. I belonged to a good club
where I had all my letters addressed. I lodged in a little street in
Bloomsbury, in cheap apartments. My friend alone knew this address.
"He would have helped me to a considerable extent, but, strange to say,
considering what I did afterwards, I shrank from accepting actual cash
from him."
Spencer interrupted him for a second. "You would not sponge upon your
friend, instead you took to cheating your acquaintance. I take it that
is what you are going to tell me."
Esmond nodded. "Quite right. I had made up my mind to cut it, and
disappear from a world in which I had no right to intrude. I had even
made up my mind as to the exact date at the close of the season when I
would disappear, and return to the humdrum life from which my friend
roused me.
"A few days before that date, something very strange happened; my life
has always been full of surprises. A few weeks before the fixed date, I
had made the acquaintance of a young nobleman, a member of one of the
best-known families in England. He was then about thirty, very
handsome, very popular with both men and women. He is dead now, but, of
course, I shall not mention his name, which would startle you if you
heard it.
"As I have said, his family was a very distinguished one, but poor for
its position. My friend, whom for the sake of convenience I will call
Lord Frederick, lived in good style, never seemed short of cash, and
paid his debts promptly. Those who knew were sure that he got little or
no help from his family, yet he betted at race-meetings, played cards
nearly every night, and lived generally the life of a man with a fair
income.
"His own explanation was, that he had some intimate friends on the Stock
Exchange who put him on to any good thing going. In the course of the
year, according to his own account, he made a considerable sum out of
racing.
"Lord Frederick, like my first friend, took considerable notice of me
after we had become acquainted. Several times he invited me to his
club. Afterwards he told me that he had a premonition I should be
useful to him.
"I shall never forget that night when the deadly temptation came to me,
when I learned what manner of rascal he was. It was the close of the
season. In a very few days more I should have looked my last on this
gay and alluring existence, should have ceased to lead this double life
of a poor clerk by day, a young man of fashion by night."
Spencer suddenly interrupted. "But was there not a great risk of
detection? Were you never recognised in the City by some chance West
End acquaintance."
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