And yet?
Yet Julian began to know that he had been aware of a change in Valentine.
He had believed it to be momentary. Perhaps it was not momentary. Perhaps
Valentine was concealing his new mode of life from some strange idea of
chivalry towards Julian. As Julian pondered he grew excited. He began to
long to tell Valentine now what he had not liked to tell him before.
Suddenly he got up and hastened out of the club. He drove to Victoria
Street. But Valentine was not at home.
"I suppose Mr. Cresswell goes out every night Wade?" he asked the man,
after a moment of hesitation.
Wade looked very much astonished at such a question coming from Julian.
"Yes, sir. At least, most nights," Wade answered.
"I see," Julian said.
He stood a minute longer. Then he turned away, after an abrupt:
"Say I called, will you?"
Wade looked after him as he went down the stairs, with the raised
eyebrows of the confidential butler.
That night was warm and gentle, with a full moon riding in clear heavens.
The season was growing towards its full height, and the streets were
thronged with carriages till a late hour. There is one long pavement that
is generally trodden by many feet at every time of the year, and in
almost every hour of the wheeling twenty-four.
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