"I cannot imagine you tilting at
wind-mills--"
"Or saving maidens in distress? Well, perhaps not; but you do not suggest
that Claridge Pasha tilts at windmills either--or saves maidens in
distress. Though, now I come to think, there was an episode." He laughed
maliciously. "Some time ago it was--a lass of the cross-roads. I think I
heard of such an adventure, which did credit to Claridge Pasha's heart,
though it shocked Hamley at the time. But I wonder, was the maiden really
saved?"
Lady Eglington's face became rigid. "Well, yes," she said slowly, "the
maiden was saved. She is now my maid. Hamley may have been shocked, but
Claridge Pasha has every reason to be glad that he helped a fellow-being
in trouble."
"Your maid--Heaver?" asked Eglington in surprise, a swift shadow crossing
his face.
"Yes; she only told me this morning. Perhaps she had seen that Claridge
Pasha was coming to England. I had not, however. At any rate, Quixotism
saved her."
David smiled. "It is better than I dared to hope," he remarked quietly.
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