"Awful business, Ethel, eh?"
"Pretty bad."
"Really goin' to teach?"
"Yes."
"Right! I'll find somethin', too. Very likely a doctor. We'll pull
through somehow."
Ethel made a motion toward the door as though to stop any further
conversation.
"Mr. Brent's coming," she said, almost impatiently.
Alaric started for the windows leading into the garden.
"Jolly good of you to let him bore you. I hate the sight of the
beggar, myself. Always looks to me like the first conspirator at a
play."
The door opened, and Jarvis entered and ushered in "Mr. Brent."
Alaric hurried into the garden.
CHAPTER II
CHRISTIAN BRENT
A few words of description of Christian Brent might be of interest,
since he represents a type that society always has with it.
They begin by deceiving others: they end by deceiving themselves.
Christian Brent was a dark, tense, eager, scholarly-looking man of
twenty-eight years of age. His career as a diplomatist was halted at
its outset by an early marriage with the only daughter of a
prosperous manufacturer. Brent was moderately independent in his own
right, but the addition of his wife's dowry seemed to destroy all
ambition. He no longer found interest in carrying messages to the
various legations or embassies of Europe, or in filling a routine
position as some one's secretary.
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