Then she
said: "I am going to place something further in your hands, for if you
are as clever as I think you are, and if life has taught you as much
as I think it has, I believe you can help me a lot. My brother Dick is
wild and reckless. I wish you'd look out for him and try to hold him
in check where you can. That is, if this isn't placing too great a
duty on you."
"That's not a duty--it's a compliment!"
"Then that will be all for the present. I'll see you again in an hour
or two, when I shall have some things ready to turn over to you."
Back in his bedroom Larry walked exultantly to and fro. He had
security! And at last he had a chance--perhaps the chance he had been
yearning for through which he was ultimately to prove himself a
success! . . .
He wondered yet more about Miss Sherwood. And again about her and
Hunt. Miss Sherwood was clever, gracious, everything a man could want
in a woman; and he guessed that behind her humorous references to Hunt
there was a deep feeling for the big painter who was living almost
like a tramp in the attic of the Duchess's little house. And Larry
knew Miss Sherwood was the only woman in Hunt's life; Hunt had said as
much. They were everything to each other; they trusted each other. Yet
there was some wide breach between the two; evidently his own crisis
had forced the only communication which had passed between the two for
months.
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