I have,
however, ceased to derive amusement or satisfaction from pursuing what
we may call my vengeance. Consequently, it is finished."
The light of hope leaped into Barrington's dull eyes, but he
recognized Wingrave's desire for silence.
"A few feet to your left, upon my writing table," Wingrave continued,
"you will find an envelope addressed to yourself. It contains a
discharge, in full, for the money I have lent you. I have also
ventured to place to your credit, at your own bank, a sum sufficient
to give you a fresh start. When you return to Cadogan Square, or, at
least, this evening, you will receive a communication from the Prime
Minister, inviting you to become one of the International Board of
Arbitration on the Alaskan question. The position, as you know, is a
distinguished one, and if you should be successful, your future career
should be assured."
Barrington broke down. He covered his face with his hands. Great sobs
shook him. Wingrave waited for a few minutes, and then rose to his
feet.
"Barrington," he said, "there is one thing more! What the world may
say or think counts for very little. Society reverses its own
judgments and eats its own words every day. A little success will
bring it to your feet like a whipped dog. It is for yourself I say
this, for yourself alone. There is no reason why you should hesitate
to accept any service I may be able to render you. You understand me?"
Barrington's face was like the face of a young man.
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