Brandon. What's a gentleman like you want with a girl
like me?"
"I only want us to get away a little from all this noise and filth."
Suddenly she smiled.
"Well, I don't mind if I do. After supper's a good time. Father goes up
the town to play billiards. After eight."
"When?"
"What about to-morrow evening?"
"All right. Where?"
"Up to the Mill. Five minutes up from here."
"I'll be there," he said.
"Don't let father catch 'ee--that's all," she smiled down at him. "You'm a
fule, Mr. Brandon, to bother with such as I." He said 'nothing and she
walked away. Very shortly after, Davray got up from his seat and came over
to Falk's corner. It was obvious that he had been drinking rather heavily.
He was a little unsteady on his feet.
"You're young Brandon, aren't you?" he asked.
In ordinary times Falk would have told him to go to the devil, and there
would have been a row, but to-day he was caught away so absolutely into
his own world that any one could speak to him, any one laugh at him, any
one insult him, and he would not care. He had been meditating for weeks
the advance that he had just taken; always when one meditates for long
over a risk it swells into gigantic proportions.
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