At Love's Cost, by Charles
Garvice
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Title: At Love's Cost
Author: Charles Garvice
Release Date: December 4, 2003 [EBook #10379]
Language: English
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AT LOVE'S COST
By CHARLES GARVICE
AT LOVE'S COST
CHAPTER 1
"Until this moment I have never fully realised how great an ass a man
can be. When I think that this morning I scurried through what might
have been a decent breakfast, left my comfortable diggings, and was
cooped up in a train for seven hours, that I am now driving in a pelting
rain through, so far as I can see for the mist, what appears to be a
howling wilderness, I ask myself if I am still in possession of my
senses. I ask myself why I should commit such lurid folly. Last night I
was sitting over the fire with a book--for it was cold, though not so cold
as this," the speaker shivered and dragged the collar of his overcoat still
higher--"at peace with all the world, with Omar purring placidly by my
side, and my soul wrapped in that serenity which belongs to a man who
has long since rid himself of that inconvenient appendage--a conscience,
and has hit upon the right brand of cigarettes, and now--"
He paused to sigh, to groan indeed, and shifted himself uneasily in the
well-padded seat of the luxurious mail-phaeton.
"When Williams brought me your note, vilely written--were you sober,
Stafford?--blandly asking me to join you in this mad business, I smiled
to myself as I pitched the note on the fire. Omar smiled too, the very
cigarette smiled. I said to myself I would see you blowed first; that
nothing would induce me to join you, that I'd read about the lakes too
much and too often to venture upon them in the early part of June; in
fact, had no desire to see the lakes at any time or under any conditions.
I told Omar that I would see you in the lowest pit of Tophet before I
would go with you to--whatever the name of this place is. And yet, here
I am."
The speaker paused in his complaint to empty a pool water from his
mackintosh, and succeeded--in turning it over his own leg.
He groaned again, and continued.
"And yet, here I am. My dear Stafford, I do not wish to upbraid you; I
am simply making to myself a confession of weakness which would be
pitiable in a stray dog, but which in a man of my years, with my
experience of the world and reputation for common sense, is simply
criminal. I do not wish to reproach you; I am quite aware that no
reproach, not even the spectacle of my present misery would touch
your callous and, permit me to frankly add, your abominably selfish
nature; but I do want to ask quite calmly and without any display of
temper: what the blazes you wanted to come this way round, and why
you wanted me with you?"
The speaker, a slightly built man, just beyond the vague line of
"young," glanced up with his dark, somewhat sombre and yet softly
cynical eyes at the face of his companion who was driving. This
companion was unmistakably young, and there was not a trace of
cynicism in his grey-blue eyes which looked out upon the rain and mist
with pleasant cheerfulness. He was neither particularly fair nor dark;
but there was a touch of brighter colour than usual in his short, crisp
hair; and no woman had yet found fault with the moustache or the lips
beneath. And yet, though Stafford Orme's face was rather too
handsome than otherwise, the signs of weakness which one sees in so
many good-looking faces did not mar it; indeed, there was a hint of
strength, not to say sternness, in the well-cut lips, a glint of power and
masterfulness in the grey eyes and the brows above them which
impressed one at first sight; though when one came to know him the
impression was soon lost, effaced by the charm for which Stafford was
famous, and which was perpetually recruiting his army of friends.
No doubt it is easy to be charming when the gods have made you good
to look upon, and have filled your pockets with gold into the bargain.
Life was
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