Eglington offered to introduce David to some notable people, but he said
that he must go--he was fatigued after his journey. He had no wish to be
lionised.
As he left the salon, the band was playing a tune that made him close his
eyes, as though against something he would not see. The band in Kaid's
Palace had played it that night when he had killed Foorgat Bey.
CHAPTER XX
EACH AFTER HIS OWN ORDER
With the passing years new feelings had grown up in the heart of Luke
Claridge. Once David's destiny and career were his own peculiar and
self-assumed responsibility. "Inwardly convicted," he had wrenched the
lad away from the natural circumstances of his life, and created a scheme
of existence for him out of his own conscience--a pious egoist.
After David went to Egypt, however, his mind involuntarily formed the
resolution that "Davy and God should work it out together."
He had grown very old in appearance, and his quiet face was almost
painfully white; but the eyes burned with more fire than in the past. As
the day approached when David should arrive in England, he walked by
himself continuously, oblivious of the world round him.
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