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Man and Maid

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He went on.

"Strange how certain instincts show themselves under every condition.

Bobby was no physical coward, and to talk to and mix with casually, the

most perfect gentleman you ever met. Awfully well read and a topper at

classics and history, and sang like a bird. He had the grand manner,

and could attract any woman, though to give the devil his due--I believe

for some years he was faithful to Lady Hilda."

"I should think so!" I said indignantly. "After accepting her great

sacrifice!"

"Nothing lasts, my dear boy, that is not fundamental. Bobby was a rotter

through and through, and so he couldn't even behave decently to the

woman who had given up everything for him, once her charm went.

But--that something in human beings which is unaccountable, when they

are well bred, made him join the French Foreign Legion immediately war

broke out, and behave with great gallantry."

"What brought on the last episode?"

"He was probably bored in the dull post where he was, with not much

fighting to do lately, and resorted to his old game to cover up losses,

which he could not pay, and had the bad luck to be caught for the second

time. I told you he was a fool and did not know how to calculate the

price of his follies."

"When did you hear of this?"

"Only last night on my return, and there will be a disgusting scandal,

and the old story will be raked up and it is pretty beastly for

Englishmen."

"Can money keep it quiet, George?"

"I expect so, but who would be fool enough to pay for such a fellow?"

"I would, and will, if you can manage it without letting my name

appear."

"My dear boy, how does it interest you? Why should you do such a

quixotic thing? It is twenty-five thousand francs."

"Only twenty-five thousand francs! I'll give you the cheque this minute

George, if you can, in your own way, free the poor devil."

"But Nicholas--you must be mad my dear boy!--Or you have some strong

motive I do not know of."

"Yes, I have--I want this chap freed from disaster, not for his sake,

but for the sake of the family. What must that poor lady have gone

through, and that poor girl!"

George looked at me with his whimsical cynical eye.

"It's awfully decent of you, Nicholas," was all he said though, and I

reached for my cheque-book, and wrote a cheque for thirty thousand

francs with my stylo.

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