On her
return she informed David that she had drawn out a sum of money to be
delivered to Braddock before the train pulled out. She would not say
how much she had drawn, except that it was sufficient to start the man
out afresh in the world, and to keep him comfortable for a long time
to come, if he should adhere to his decision to eschew drink and cards
for the remainder of his life.
"Where is he going, Mrs. Braddock?"
She shook her head. "I will not tell you that, David. Only he and I
are to know."
"And you are to send him money from time to time?"
"No, I am not to send him a penny."
"He goes to-night--positively?"
"He goes to-night, positively."
"And he refuses to see Christine?"
"Why should he see her?"
"Well, I don't know," said he dubiously. "It seems rather hard, don't
you think?"
"Yes. He worships her, David. Yes, it is hard. He is going in this way
because it makes it easier--for both of them, he says. You see, David,
he is doing it for her sake, not for his own. If he were to do things
just now for his own sake, he would kill Grand instead of running away
from him.
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