Did you not know that?"
"It is not a question of errands or of flattery," he said wearily; "I
thought you might care to influence a boy who is headed for serious
trouble--that is all, Mrs. Fane."
She smiled: "Come to me on your _own_ errand--for Gerald's sake, for
anybody's sake--for your own, preferably, and I'll listen. But don't
come to me on another woman's errands, for I won't listen--even to you."
"I _have_ come on my own errand!" he repeated coldly. "Miss Erroll knew
nothing about it, and shall not hear of it from me. Can you not help me,
Mrs. Fane?"
But Rosamund's rose-china features had hardened into a polished smile;
and Selwyn stood up, wearily, to make his adieux.
But, as he entered his hansom before the door, he knew the end was not
yet; and once more he set his face toward the impossible; and once more
the hansom rolled away over the asphalt, and once more it stopped--this
time before the house of Ruthven.
Every step he took now was taken through sheer force of will--and in
_her_ service; because, had it been, now, only for Gerald's sake, he
knew he must have weakened--and properly, perhaps, for a man owes
something to himself.
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