Gerald
has been winning rather heavily, I am glad to say--glad, as long as
I cannot prevent him from playing. And yet I may be able to
accomplish that yet--in a roundabout way--because the apple-visaged
and hawk-beaked Mr. Neergard has apparently become my slavish
creature; quite infatuated. And as soon as I've fastened on his
collar, and made sure that Rosamund can't unhook it, I'll try to
make him shut down on Gerald's playing. This for your sake,
Phil--because you ask me. And because you must always stand for all
that is upright and good and manly in my eyes. Ah, Phil! what a
fool I was! And all, all my own fault, too.
"Alixe."
This ended the sudden eruption of correspondence; for he did not reply
to this letter, though in it he read enough to make him gravely uneasy;
and he fell, once more, into the habit of brooding, from which both
Boots Lansing and Eileen had almost weaned him.
Also he began to take long solitary walks in the Park when not occupied
in conferences with the representatives of the Lawn Nitro-Powder
Works--a company which had recently approached him in behalf of his
unperfected explosive, Chaosite.
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