"I am to give you half my income?"
"Yes, my dear Reginald, after the first of next June. You know that I
am working laboriously to bring about good fortune for you. You cannot
suppose that I am working for nothing. If you do not choose to sign
this document, neither do I choose to devote myself any longer to your
interest."
"And what if you fail?"
"If I fail, the document in question is so much waste paper, since you
have no income at present, nor are likely to have any income between
this and next June, unless by my agency."
The result was the same as usual. Reginald signed the deed, without
even taking the trouble to study its full bearing.
"Have you seen Paulina lately?" he asked, afterwards.
"Not very lately."
"I don't know what's amiss with her," exclaimed Reginald, peevishly;
"she has not written to me to ask explanation of my absence and
silence."
"Perhaps she grew tired of writing to a person who valued her letters
so lightly."
"I was glad enough to hear from her," answered Reginald; "but I could
not be expected to find time to answer all her letters. Women have
nothing better to do than to scribble long epistles."
"Perhaps Madame Durski has found some one who will take the trouble to
answer her letters," said Victor.
After this, the two men parted, and Reginald Eversleigh called a cab,
in which he drove down to Hilton House.
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