He listened quietly,
sympathetically to her tardy admission of the state of affairs. Three
times he went to Sloane Street in the afternoon before he was placed
in possession of all the subtle details and never once did he meet
Durlacher. Durlacher, himself, was always away. It must be admitted
that Traill was interested in these intricate details. They gave him
insight into the vagaries, the pitfalls and the fallacies of the life
with which he had to deal in the divorce courts. Undoubtedly they
were of service to him; undoubtedly, moreover, blood is thicker than
water, and he thought, he imagined, that he would be able to save
his sister from an impending crisis.
On the third occasion, whilst they were sitting over tea in the
drawing-room, the door opened and the man-servant announced--Miss
Standish-Roe.
Traill stood up with a jerk and felt for his gloves.
Mrs. Durlacher's eyes lost no sight of that and she hurried quickly
forwards.
"My dear child, how sweet of you!" She kissed her cheek
affectionately. "Let me introduce you to my brother."
Traill turned and his mind was cast back to the night he had dined
with his sister at the restaurant.
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