I ever had. Still, it's a mercy
there were no deaths.'
He began to dress hurriedly, furiously. Already the second day of the
sale had been in progress for more than an hour, and he had not even
visited the scene of the campaign. Simon had said nothing; it was not
Simon's habit to speak till he was spoken to. And Hugo did not feel
inclined to ask questions; he preferred to reconnoitre in person. Yes,
he would descend instantly, and afterwards, when he had satisfied
himself that the evil had been repaired, he would consider about
Camilla.... By neglecting all else, he could reach her in time for
dinner.... Should he?... (At this point he plunged into his cold bath.)
... No! He was Hugo before he was Camilla's lover. He would be a
tradesman for yet another ten hours. He had a duty to London....
Then Ravengar wandered into his thoughts and confused them.
Just as he was assuming his waistcoat, Simon entered.
'Mr. Galpin, sir.'
'And who the d---l is Mr. Galpin?' asked Hugo.
'Mr. Galpin is the gentleman who saved your life yesterday, sir,' said
Simon with admirable sangfroid. 'He has called for a hundred pounds.'
'Show him in here immediately,' said Hugo.
Mr. Galpin appeared in the dressing-room, looking more than ever like an
extremely successful commercial traveller.
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