Part 30 (1/2)
When Westboro' came in to him Jimmy looked up and quoted aloud: ”When lovely woth that men betray”
”Oh, they console the else, my dear fellow, they console themselves”
”They may pretend to do so”
”They succeed”
Westboro' took the little book from his friend's hand and shut it firht slip out and refute him
”Bulstrode, she consoles herself, she is perfectly happy”
”How are you then so sure?”
”Oh, I hear of her in Paris” The Duke's features contracted ”She's contriving to pass her time--to pass her time”
Bulstrode leaned over towards his friend and, for Westboro' sat opposite him, he put his hand on the Duke's knee
”You o to her”
Westboro' stroked his moustache before he answered:
”Not if I never see her again”
”You should decidedly go to her”
The other shook his head ”Not if it meant twice the hell it is now”
”Why not?”
”I went to her once I may say twice,” he slowly said, ”since we separated” And as he stopped speaking Bulstrode could only iine what the result had been
”I don't think I'm a Westboro' really, for I couldn't follow any wo like a schoolboy as reat deal of my mother's blood in me, and it's a different blend”
Bulstrode's eyes were on the little book between the Duke's aristocratic hands
”She has, I grant you, a lot to forgive; but she quite well knows all the blae, quite well I don't believe I'm any worse than the run of mankind, and whether I a lass had dropped; his face looked worn; he showed his age more than a happierit out by hi that Bulstrode finally asked:
”What, if I may be so near you as to question, do you mean, old chap, to do?”
Westboro' had it all laid out for himself--his ready answer showed it
”You say I'ht, but I'm an affectionate chap, at any rate, I can't bear this--”
He looked about hopelessly The words were forced out by the high mark of his unhappiness: ”--this infernal solitude Even when a good comrade like yourself is in it, the house see” (Bulstrode kneas thinking of the nurseries with the low latches and little gates) ”I can't stand it