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His
nerve
,
his
judgement
,
his
intuition
,
were
things
apart
.
Again
and
again
his
knife
cut
away
death
,
but
grazed
the
very
springs
of
life
in
doing
it
,
until
his
assistants
were
as
white
as
the
patient
.
His
energy
,
his
audacity
,
his
full
-
blooded
self
-
confidence
—
does
not
the
memory
of
them
still
linger
to
the
south
of
Marylebone
Road
and
the
north
of
Oxford
Street
?
His
vices
were
as
magnificent
as
his
virtues
,
and
infinitely
more
picturesque
.
Large
as
was
his
income
,
and
it
was
the
third
largest
of
all
professional
men
in
London
,
it
was
far
beneath
the
luxury
of
his
living
.
Deep
in
his
complex
nature
lay
a
rich
vein
of
sensualism
,
at
the
sport
of
which
he
placed
all
the
prizes
of
his
life
.
The
eye
,
the
ear
,
the
touch
,
the
palate
,
all
were
his
masters
.
The
bouquet
of
old
vintages
,
the
scent
of
rare
exotics
,
the
curves
and
tints
of
the
daintiest
potteries
of
Europe
,
it
was
to
these
that
the
quick
-
running
stream
of
gold
was
transformed
.
And
then
there
came
his
sudden
mad
passion
for
Lady
Sannox
,
when
a
single
interview
with
two
challenging
glances
and
a
whispered
word
set
him
ablaze
.
She
was
the
loveliest
woman
in
London
and
the
only
one
to
him
.
He
was
one
of
the
handsomest
men
in
London
,
but
not
the
only
one
to
her
.
She
had
a
liking
for
new
experiences
,
and
was
gracious
to
most
men
who
wooed
her
.
It
may
have
been
cause
or
it
may
have
been
effect
that
Lord
Sannox
looked
fifty
,
though
he
was
but
six
-
and
-
thirty
.
He
was
a
quiet
,
silent
,
neutral
-
tinted
man
,
this
lord
,
with
thin
lips
and
heavy
eyelids
,
much
given
to
gardening
,
and
full
of
home
-
like
habits
.
He
had
at
one
time
been
fond
of
acting
,
had
even
rented
a
theatre
in
London
,
and
on
its
boards
had
first
seen
Miss
Marion
Dawson
,
to
whom
he
had
offered
his
hand
,
his
title
,
and
the
third
of
a
county
.
Since
his
marriage
his
early
hobby
had
become
distasteful
to
him
.
Even
in
private
theatricals
it
was
no
longer
possible
to
persuade
him
to
exercise
the
talent
which
he
had
often
showed
that
he
possessed
.
He
was
happier
with
a
spud
and
a
watering
-
can
among
his
orchids
and
chrysanthemums
.
It
was
quite
an
interesting
problem
whether
he
was
absolutely
devoid
of
sense
,
or
miserably
wanting
in
spirit
.
Did
he
know
his
lady
’
s
ways
and
condone
them
,
or
was
he
a
mere
blind
,
doting
fool
?
It
was
a
point
to
be
discussed
over
the
teacups
in
snug
little
drawing
-
rooms
,
or
with
the
aid
of
a
cigar
in
the
bow
windows
of
clubs
.
Bitter
and
plain
were
the
comments
among
men
upon
his
conduct
.
There
was
but
one
who
had
a
good
word
to
say
for
him
,
and
he
was
the
most
silent
member
in
the
smoking
-
room
.
He
had
seen
him
break
in
a
horse
at
the
University
,
and
it
seemed
to
have
left
an
impression
upon
his
mind
.
But
when
Douglas
Stone
became
the
favourite
all
doubts
as
to
Lord
Sannox
’
s
knowledge
or
ignorance
were
set
for
ever
at
rest
.
There
was
no
subterfuge
about
Stone
.
In
his
high
-
handed
,
impetuous
fashion
,
he
set
all
caution
and
discretion
at
defiance
.
The
scandal
became
notorious
.
A
learned
body
intimated
that
his
name
had
been
struck
from
the
list
of
its
vice
-
presidents
.
Two
friends
implored
him
to
consider
his
professional
credit
.
He
cursed
them
all
three
,
and
spent
forty
guineas
on
a
bangle
to
take
with
him
to
the
lady
.
He
was
at
her
house
every
evening
,
and
she
drove
in
his
carriage
in
the
afternoons
.
There
was
not
an
attempt
on
either
side
to
conceal
their
relations
;
but
there
came
at
last
a
little
incident
to
interrupt
them
.
It
was
a
dismal
winter
’
s
night
,
very
cold
and
gusty
,
with
the
wind
whooping
in
the
chimneys
and
blustering
against
the
window
-
panes
.
A
thin
spatter
of
rain
tinkled
on
the
glass
with
each
fresh
sough
of
the
gale
,
drowning
for
the
instant
the
dull
gurgle
and
drip
from
the
eaves
.
Douglas
Stone
had
finished
his
dinner
,
and
sat
by
his
fire
in
the
study
,
a
glass
of
rich
port
upon
the
malachite
table
at
his
elbow
.
As
he
raised
it
to
his
lips
,
he
held
it
up
against
the
lamplight
,
and
watched
with
the
eye
of
a
connoisseur
the
tiny
scales
of
beeswing
which
floated
in
its
rich
ruby
depths
.
The
fire
,
as
it
spurted
up
,
threw
fitful
lights
upon
his
bald
,
clear
-
cut
face
,
with
its
widely
-
opened
grey
eyes
,
its
thick
and
yet
firm
lips
,
and
the
deep
,
square
jaw
,
which
had
something
Roman
in
its
strength
and
its
animalism
.
He
smiled
from
time
to
time
as
he
nestled
back
in
his
luxurious
chair
.
Indeed
,
he
had
a
right
to
feel
well
pleased
,
for
,
against
the
advice
of
six
colleagues
,
he
had
performed
an
operation
that
day
of
which
only
two
cases
were
on
record
,
and
the
result
had
been
brilliant
beyond
all
expectation
.
No
other
man
in
London
would
have
had
the
daring
to
plan
,
or
the
skill
to
execute
,
such
a
heroic
measure
.
But
he
had
promised
Lady
Sannox
to
see
her
that
evening
and
it
was
already
half
-
past
eight
.
His
hand
was
outstretched
to
the
bell
to
order
the
carriage
when
he
heard
the
dull
thud
of
the
knocker
.
An
instant
later
there
was
the
shuffling
of
feet
in
the
hall
,
and
the
sharp
closing
of
a
door
.
