might go, provided he could show that he had done his best for them; but doing his best must not involve sacrificing his own chances.
'So much for Fricker! I must say you've a cool way with you, Trix.'
'The way you speak annoys me very much sometimes,' remarked Trix reflectively.
'Why do you suppose he interested himself in your affairs?'
'I've done what I could.' Her lips shut obstinately. 'If I try to do more I sha'n't help the Frickers and I shall hurt myself.'
'That's candid, at all events.' He smiled a moment. 'Don't be in a hurry to say it to Fricker, though.'
'It'll be best to let the truth dawn on him gradually,' smiled Trix. 'Is that all you wanted to say? Because I'm not dressed, and I promised to be at the Glentorlys' at half-past twelve.'
'No, it's not all I've got to say.'
'Oh, well, be quick then.'
Her indifference was overdone, and Beaufort saw it. A suspicion came into his mind. 'So much for Fricker!' he had said. Did she dare to think of meting out the same cavalier treatment to him?
'I wish you'd attend to me and let that letter alone,' he said in a sudden spasm of irritation.
'As soon as you begin, I'll attend,' retorted Trix; 'but you're not saying anything. You're only saying you're going to say something.' Her manner was annoying; perhaps she would have welcomed the diversion of a little quarrel.
But Beaufort was not to be turned aside; he was bent on business. Fricker, it seemed, was disposed of. He remained. But before he could formulate a beginning to this subject, Trix broke in: —
'I want to get out of these speculations as soon as I can,' she said. 'I don't mind about not making any more money as long as I don't lose any. I'm tired of – of the suspense, and – and so on. And, oh, I won't have anything more to do with the Frickers!'
He looked at her in quick distrust.
'Your views have undergone a considerable change,' he remarked. 'You don't want to speculate? You don't mind about not making any more money?'
Trix looked down and would not meet his eyes.
'Going to live on what you've got?' he asked mockingly. 'Or is it a case of cutting down expenses and retiring to the country?'
'I don't want to discuss my affairs. I've told you what I wish.'
He took a turn across the room and came back. His voice was still calm, but the effort was obvious.
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