What a horrid life! So I think if she
isn't going to be miserable the rest of her days, it's time she tried to
forget the absent."
"I suppose you're right," said Larcher.
"So I came in to say that I'm going to do all I quietly can to distract
her thoughts from the past, and get her to look around her. If I see
any way of preparing her mind to think well of Mr. Turl, I'll do it. And
what I want of you is not to discourage him by any sort of hints or
allusions--to Davenport, you understand."
"Oh, I haven't been making any. I told him the mere fact, that's all. I'm
neither for him nor against him. I have no right to be against him--and
yet, when I think of poor Davenport, I can't bring myself to be for Turl,
much as I like him."
"All right. Be neutral, that's all I ask. How is Turl getting on with his
plan of going to work?"
"Oh, he has excellent chances. He's head and shoulders above the ruck of
black-and-white artists. He makes wonderfully good comics. He'll have no
trouble getting into the weeklies, to begin with."
"Is it settled yet, about that money of his in dispute?"
"I don't know. He hasn't spoken of it lately."
"He doesn't seem to care much. I'm going to do my little utmost to keep
Florence from avoiding him. I know how to manage. I'm going to reawaken
her interest in life in general, too. She's promised to go for a drive
with me to-morrow. Do you want to come along?"
"I jump at the chance--if there's room."
"There'll be a landau, with a pair.
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