The Door in the Wall And Other Stories


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his cousin at Brentford, we were both unpaired, and we were called  
up by telephone, and set off at once in his cousin's motor. We got  
in barely in time, and on the way we passed my wall and door--livid  
in the moonlight, blotched with hot yellow as the glare of our  
lamps lit it, but unmistakable. 'My God!' cried I. 'What?' said  
Hotchkiss. 'Nothing!' I answered, and the moment passed.  
"'I've made a great sacrifice,' I told the whip as I got in.  
'They all have,' he said, and hurried by.  
"I do not see how I could have done otherwise then. And the  
next occasion was as I rushed to my father's bedside to bid that  
stern old man farewell. Then, too, the claims of life were  
imperative. But the third time was different; it happened a week  
ago. It fills me with hot remorse to recall it. I was with Gurker  
and Ralphs--it's no secret now you know that I've had my talk with  
Gurker. We had been dining at Frobisher's, and the talk had become  
intimate between us. The question of my place in the reconstructed  
ministry lay always just over the boundary of the discussion.  
Yes--yes. That's all settled. It needn't be talked about yet, but  
there's no reason to keep a secret from you . . . . . Yes--thanks!  
thanks! But let me tell you my story.  
"Then, on that night things were very much in the air. My  
position was a very delicate one. I was keenly anxious to get some  
definite word from Gurker, but was hampered by Ralphs' presence.  
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