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Selwyn closed the door and seated himself, apparently not noticing
Gerald's dishevelment.
"Thought I'd drop in for a good-night pipe," he said quietly. "By the
way, Gerald, I'm going down to Silverside next week. Nina has asked
Boots, too. Couldn't you fix it to come along with us?"
"I don't know," said the boy in a low voice; "I'd like to."
"Good business! That will be fine! What you and I need is a good stiff
tramp across the moors, or a gallop, if you like. It's great for mental
cobwebs, and my brain is disgracefully unswept. By the way, somebody
said that you'd joined the Siowitha Club."
"Yes," said the boy listlessly.
"Well, you'll get some lively trout fishing there now. It's only thirty
miles from Silverside, you know--you can run over in the motor very
easily."
Gerald nodded, sitting silent, his handsome head supported in both
hands, his eyes on the floor.
That something was very wrong with him appeared plainly enough; but
Selwyn, touched to the heart and miserably apprehensive, dared not
question him, unasked.


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