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The Younger Set - ebook
This is one of Chambers’ most popular novels. It has been translated into several other languages around the world. The story begins with who Selwyn is. Lots of questions, lots of mysteries. But that just makes it more interesting to read.
| Kategoria: | Suspense |
| Język: | Angielski |
| Zabezpieczenie: |
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| ISBN: | 978-83-8292-783-2 |
| Rozmiar pliku: | 3,0 MB |
FRAGMENT KSIĄŻKI
CHAPTER I
HIS OWN PEOPLE
“You never met Selwyn, did you?”
“No, sir.”
“Never heard anything definite about his trouble?” insisted Gerard.
“Oh, yes, sir!” replied young Erroll, “I’ve heard a good deal about it. Everybody has, you know.”
“Well, I _don’t_know,” retorted Austin Gerard irritably, “what ‘everybody’ has heard, but I suppose it’s the usual garbled version made up of distorted fact and malicious gossip. That’s why I sent for you. Sit down.”
Gerald Erroll seated himself on the edge of the big, polished table in Austin’s private office, one leg swinging, an unlighted cigarette between his lips.
Austin Gerard, his late guardian, big, florid, with that peculiar blue eye which seems to characterise hasty temper, stood by the window, tossing up and catching the glittering gold piece–souvenir of the directors’ meeting which he had just left.
“What has happened,” he said, “is this. Captain Selwyn is back in town–sent up his card to me, but they told him I was attending a directors’ meeting. When the meeting was over I found his card and a message scribbled, saying he’d recently landed and was going uptown to call on Nina. She’ll keep him there, of course, until I get home, so I shall see him this evening. Now, before you meet him, I want you to plainly understand the truth about this unfortunate affair; and that’s why I telephoned your gimlet-eyed friend Neergard just now to let you come around here for half an hour.”
The boy nodded and, drawing a gold matchbox from his waistcoat pocket, lighted his cigarette.
“Why the devil don’t you smoke cigars?” growled Austin, more to himself than to Gerald; then, pocketing the gold piece, seated himself heavily in his big leather desk-chair.
“In the first place,” he said, “Captain Selwyn is my brother-in-law–which wouldn’t make an atom of difference to me in my judgment of what has happened if he had been at fault. But the facts of the case are these.” He held up an impressive forefinger and laid it flat across the large, ruddy palm of the other hand. “First of all, he married a cat! C-a-t, cat. Is that clear, Gerald?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Good! What sort of a dance she led him out there in Manila, I’ve heard. Never mind that, now. What I want you to know is how he behaved–with what quiet dignity, steady patience, and sweet temper under constant provocation and mortification, he conducted himself. Then that fellow Ruthven turned up–and–Selwyn is above that sort of suspicion. Besides, his scouts took the field within a week.”
He dropped a heavy, highly coloured fist on his desk with a bang.
“After that hike, Selwyn came back, to find that Alixe had sailed with Jack Ruthven. And what did he do; take legal measures to free himself, as you or I or anybody with an ounce of temper in ’em would have done? No; he didn’t. That infernal Selwyn conscience began to get busy, making him believe that if a woman kicks over the traces it must be because of some occult shortcoming on his part. In some way or other that man persuaded himself of his responsibility for her misbehaviour. He knew what it meant if he didn’t ask the law to aid him to get rid of her; he knew perfectly well that his silence meant acknowledgment of culpability; that he couldn’t remain in the service under such suspicion.
“And now, Gerald,” continued Austin, striking his broad palm with extended forefinger and leaning heavily forward, “I’ll tell you what sort of a man Philip Selwyn is. He permitted Alixe to sue him for absolute divorce–and, to give her every chance to marry Ruthven, he refused to defend the suit. That sort of chivalry is very picturesque, no doubt, but it cost him his career–set him adrift at thirty-five, a man branded as having been divorced from his wife for cause, with no profession left him, no business, not much money–a man in the prime of life and hope and ambition, clean in thought and deed; an upright, just, generous, sensitive man, whose whole career has been blasted because he was too merciful, too generous to throw the blame where it belonged. And it belongs on the shoulders of that Mrs. Jack Ruthven–Alixe Ruthven–whose name you may see in the columns of any paper that truckles to the sort of society she figures in.”
Austin stood up, thrust his big hands into his pockets, paced the room for a few moments, and halted before Gerald.
“If any woman ever played me a dirty trick,” he said, “I’d see that the public made no mistake in placing the blame. I’m that sort”–he shrugged–”Phil Selwyn isn’t; that’s the difference–and it may be in his favour from an ethical and sentimental point of view. All right; let it go at that. But all I meant you to understand is that he is every inch a man; and when you have the honour to meet him, keep that fact in the back of your head, among the few brains with which Providence has equipped you.”
“Thanks!” said Gerald, colouring up. He cast his cigarette into the empty fireplace, slid off the edge of the table, and picked up his hat. Austin eyed him without particular approval.
“You buy too many clothes,” he observed. “That’s a new suit, isn’t it?”
“Certainly,” said Gerald; “I needed it.”
“Oh! if you can afford it, all right.... How’s the nimble Mr. Neergard?”
“Neergard is flourishing. We put through that Rose Valley deal. I tell you what, Austin, I wish you could see your way clear to finance one or two–”
Austin’s frown cut him short.
“Oh, all right! You know your own business, of course,” said the boy, a little resentfully. “Only as Fane, Harmon & Co. have thought it worth while–”
“I don’t care what Fane, Harmon think,” growled Austin, touching a button over his desk. His stenographer entered; he nodded a curt dismissal to Gerald, adding, as the boy reached the door:
“Your sister expects you to be on hand to-night–and so do we.”
Gerald halted.
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HIS OWN PEOPLE
“You never met Selwyn, did you?”
“No, sir.”
“Never heard anything definite about his trouble?” insisted Gerard.
“Oh, yes, sir!” replied young Erroll, “I’ve heard a good deal about it. Everybody has, you know.”
“Well, I _don’t_know,” retorted Austin Gerard irritably, “what ‘everybody’ has heard, but I suppose it’s the usual garbled version made up of distorted fact and malicious gossip. That’s why I sent for you. Sit down.”
Gerald Erroll seated himself on the edge of the big, polished table in Austin’s private office, one leg swinging, an unlighted cigarette between his lips.
Austin Gerard, his late guardian, big, florid, with that peculiar blue eye which seems to characterise hasty temper, stood by the window, tossing up and catching the glittering gold piece–souvenir of the directors’ meeting which he had just left.
“What has happened,” he said, “is this. Captain Selwyn is back in town–sent up his card to me, but they told him I was attending a directors’ meeting. When the meeting was over I found his card and a message scribbled, saying he’d recently landed and was going uptown to call on Nina. She’ll keep him there, of course, until I get home, so I shall see him this evening. Now, before you meet him, I want you to plainly understand the truth about this unfortunate affair; and that’s why I telephoned your gimlet-eyed friend Neergard just now to let you come around here for half an hour.”
The boy nodded and, drawing a gold matchbox from his waistcoat pocket, lighted his cigarette.
“Why the devil don’t you smoke cigars?” growled Austin, more to himself than to Gerald; then, pocketing the gold piece, seated himself heavily in his big leather desk-chair.
“In the first place,” he said, “Captain Selwyn is my brother-in-law–which wouldn’t make an atom of difference to me in my judgment of what has happened if he had been at fault. But the facts of the case are these.” He held up an impressive forefinger and laid it flat across the large, ruddy palm of the other hand. “First of all, he married a cat! C-a-t, cat. Is that clear, Gerald?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Good! What sort of a dance she led him out there in Manila, I’ve heard. Never mind that, now. What I want you to know is how he behaved–with what quiet dignity, steady patience, and sweet temper under constant provocation and mortification, he conducted himself. Then that fellow Ruthven turned up–and–Selwyn is above that sort of suspicion. Besides, his scouts took the field within a week.”
He dropped a heavy, highly coloured fist on his desk with a bang.
“After that hike, Selwyn came back, to find that Alixe had sailed with Jack Ruthven. And what did he do; take legal measures to free himself, as you or I or anybody with an ounce of temper in ’em would have done? No; he didn’t. That infernal Selwyn conscience began to get busy, making him believe that if a woman kicks over the traces it must be because of some occult shortcoming on his part. In some way or other that man persuaded himself of his responsibility for her misbehaviour. He knew what it meant if he didn’t ask the law to aid him to get rid of her; he knew perfectly well that his silence meant acknowledgment of culpability; that he couldn’t remain in the service under such suspicion.
“And now, Gerald,” continued Austin, striking his broad palm with extended forefinger and leaning heavily forward, “I’ll tell you what sort of a man Philip Selwyn is. He permitted Alixe to sue him for absolute divorce–and, to give her every chance to marry Ruthven, he refused to defend the suit. That sort of chivalry is very picturesque, no doubt, but it cost him his career–set him adrift at thirty-five, a man branded as having been divorced from his wife for cause, with no profession left him, no business, not much money–a man in the prime of life and hope and ambition, clean in thought and deed; an upright, just, generous, sensitive man, whose whole career has been blasted because he was too merciful, too generous to throw the blame where it belonged. And it belongs on the shoulders of that Mrs. Jack Ruthven–Alixe Ruthven–whose name you may see in the columns of any paper that truckles to the sort of society she figures in.”
Austin stood up, thrust his big hands into his pockets, paced the room for a few moments, and halted before Gerald.
“If any woman ever played me a dirty trick,” he said, “I’d see that the public made no mistake in placing the blame. I’m that sort”–he shrugged–”Phil Selwyn isn’t; that’s the difference–and it may be in his favour from an ethical and sentimental point of view. All right; let it go at that. But all I meant you to understand is that he is every inch a man; and when you have the honour to meet him, keep that fact in the back of your head, among the few brains with which Providence has equipped you.”
“Thanks!” said Gerald, colouring up. He cast his cigarette into the empty fireplace, slid off the edge of the table, and picked up his hat. Austin eyed him without particular approval.
“You buy too many clothes,” he observed. “That’s a new suit, isn’t it?”
“Certainly,” said Gerald; “I needed it.”
“Oh! if you can afford it, all right.... How’s the nimble Mr. Neergard?”
“Neergard is flourishing. We put through that Rose Valley deal. I tell you what, Austin, I wish you could see your way clear to finance one or two–”
Austin’s frown cut him short.
“Oh, all right! You know your own business, of course,” said the boy, a little resentfully. “Only as Fane, Harmon & Co. have thought it worth while–”
“I don’t care what Fane, Harmon think,” growled Austin, touching a button over his desk. His stenographer entered; he nodded a curt dismissal to Gerald, adding, as the boy reached the door:
“Your sister expects you to be on hand to-night–and so do we.”
Gerald halted.
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