ather. He must have come in for about thirty
thousand, besides what he had under that settlement of Roger's, which had
avoided death duty. He found George in a bow-window, staring out across
a half-eaten plate of muffins. His tall, bulky, black-clothed figure
loomed almost threatening, though preserving still the supernatural
neatness of the racing man. With a faint grin on his fleshy face, he
said:
"Hallo, Soames! Have a muffin?"
"No, thanks," murmured Soames; and, nursing his hat, with the desire to
say something suitable and sympathetic, added:
"How's your mother?"
"Thanks," said George; "so-so. Haven't seen you for ages. You never go
racing. How's the City?"
Soames, scenting the approach of a jest, closed up, and answered:
"I wanted to ask you about Dartie. I hear he's...."
"Flitted, made a bolt to Buenos Aires with the fair Lola. Good for
Winifred and the little Darties. He's a treat."
Soames nodded. Naturally inimical as these cousins were, Dartie made
them kin.
"Uncle James'll sleep in his bed now," resumed George; "I suppose he's
had a lot off you, too."
Soames smiled.
"Ah! You saw him further," said George amicably. "He's a real rouser.
Young Val will want a bit of looking after. I was always sorry for
Winifred. She's a plucky woman."
Again Soames nodded. "I must be getting back to her," he said; "she just
wanted to know for certain. We may have to take steps. I suppose there's
no mistake?"
"It's quite O.K.," said George--it was he who invented so many of those
quaint sayings which have been assigned to other sources. "He was drunk
as a lord last night; but he went off all right this morning. His ship's
the Tuscarora;" and, fishing out a card, he read mockingly:
"'Mr. Montague Dartie, Poste Restante, Buenos Aires.' I should hurry up
with the steps, if I were you. He fairly fed me up last night."
"Yes," said Soames; "but it's not always easy." Then, conscious from
George's eyes that he had roused reminiscence of his own affair, he got
up, and held out his hand. George rose too.
"Remember me to Winifred.... You'll enter her for the Divorce Stakes
straight off if you ask me."
Soames took a sidelong look back at him from the doorway. George had
seated himself again and was staring before him; he looked big and lonely
in those black clothes. Soames had never known him so subdued. 'I
suppose he feels it in a way,' he thought. 'They must have about fift
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