"Only this morning, for an instant, I was afraid!"
"Try and keep your thoughts away from it," Mr. Waddington advised.
"Let me show you these new prints. By the bye, where is your wonderful
little boy?"
"Gone--back to his mother!" Burton answered grimly. "Didn't you hear us
mention him? I left him in my rooms one night and when I came back the
whole place was in disorder. He was in a filthy state and sobbing for
his home."
"My poor fellow!" Mr. Waddington murmured. "Come, I will take you with
me to lunch. We can spend the afternoon in my library. I have some new
treasures to show you. We will lose ourselves. For a short time, at
least, you shall forget."
CHAPTER XXVI
THE END OF A WONDERFUL WORLD
Mr. Waddington turned his head away quickly and glanced half guiltily
towards his companion. To his amazement, Burton had been gazing in the
same direction. Their eyes met. Burton coughed.
"A remarkably fine woman, that," Mr. Waddington declared.
Burton looked at him in astonishment.
"My dear Mr. Waddington!" he exclaimed. "You cannot really think so!"
They both turned their heads once more. The woman in question was
standing upon the doorstep of a milliner's shop, waiting for a taxicab.
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