' I speak frankly
before Seton because I know that he agrees with me. My friend the
Foreign Secretary has generously offered you an appointment which
opens up a career that should not--I repeat, that should not prove
less successful than his own."
Gray turned, and his face had flushed deeply.
"I know that Margaret has been scaring you about Rita Irvin," he said,
"but on my word, sir, there was no need to do it."
He met Seton Pasha's cool regard, and:
"Margaret's one of the best," he added. "I know you agree with me?"
A faint suggestion of added color came into Seton's tanned cheeks.
"I do, Gray," he answered quietly. "I believe you are good enough to
look upon me as a real friend; therefore allow me to add my advice,
for what it is worth, to that of Lord Wrexborough and your cousin:
take the Egyptian appointment. I know where it will lead. You can do
no good by remaining in London; and when we find Mrs. Irvin your
presence would be an embarrassment to the unhappy man who waits for
news at Prince's Gate. I am frank, but it's my way."
He held out his hand, smiling. Quentin Gray's mercurial complexion was
changing again, but:
"Good old Seton!" he said, rather huskily, and gripped the
outstretched hand.
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