The Man with a Secret: A Novel — David Hume — John Shaqi
The Man with a Secret: A Novel
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He looked straight at Beaumont as he spoke; and that gentleman,
feeling rather nonplussed by the calm dignity of the young man, had
the grace to blush a little, while he rapidly calculated on his next
move. His financial affairs were not by any means in a flourishing
condition at present, and he would have liked to ask Blake to give him
some money; but, not judging the time ripe enough to prefer such a
request, he temporised in a crafty manner.
"You misunderstand me," he said smoothly. "What I have done, is out of
pure kindness, and I want no return for it. If you feel inclined to
return to Garsworth, of course you are your own master, and can do so.
Some day, I may run down to see you, and if I can be of any assistance
to you, in connection with the management of your estates, of course I
will only be too happy to do what I can."
"Thank you, I will not forget your offer," replied Reginald, still
rather coldly, for he did not like the masterful tone adopted by the
artist. "And now, if you will excuse me, I'll go and pack up my
portmanteau."
"Oh, I'll come and see you off, at Paddington," said Beaumont,
cheerily; "what train are you going by?"
"The mid-day train," answered Blake, glancing at his watch.
"Then I'll see you on the platform," observed Beaumont, rising to his
feet and taking up his hat. "By-the-way, what about your engagements
for this week?"
"I'll have to break them--none are very important, and most rather
expensive."
Beaumont, biting his lips at this home-thrust, made no reply beyond a
careless laugh; and, putting on his hat, left the room with a jaunty
air. Once outside, however, his face changed to an expression of deep
anger; for his success with Blake, hitherto, had not led him to expect
such a calm resistance to his wishes.
"You'll defy me, will you?" he muttered between his teeth, as he
walked rapidly along the street. "I'll see about that, my boy--as I
put you in possession of the property, I can also take it off you
again; and I'll do it, unless you're guided by me. I'll wait till you
go back to Garsworth, and follow shortly afterwards. Once you know the
truth, and I don't think you'll be so anxious to get rid of your best
friend. I can leave you rich--or make you a pauper; so the whole of
your future life is in my hands, and I'll mould it as I please."