She felt that, then, all the millions in the world would not
have barred Sir Tancred's way. Indeed, she had no reason to be greatly
downcast. This sudden setting of her out of his reach had inevitably
increased her attraction for Sir Tancred; it had deepened his liking to
a far stronger feeling. He cursed the unkindly Fates, and told himself
that his only course was to fly; that the more he saw of her, the more
painful would that flight be. But he could by no means constrain
himself to forego the delight of her presence; and, though he never let
a word of his love escape his lips, his eyes and the tones of his voice
told her of it often enough.
Tinker was not long providing Septimus Rainer with a carefully chosen
English valet, whom he found a pleasant, unassuming fellow, very easy
to get on with. Then the millionaire began to talk of engaging a
secretary, for his millions were beginning to make themselves
troublesome; and he begged Tinker, since he had found him so
unembarrassing a valet, to keep his eyes about him for a secretary
also; but Tinker said that Monte Carlo was no place to find secretaries
who understood business.
One morning he saw Madame Seraphine de Belle-Ile drive up to the hotel.
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