"You're unjust, Carnac. Of course, women love success; but they'd not
sell their souls for it--not the real women--and you ought to know it."
"I ought to know it, I suppose," he answered, and he held her eyes
meaningly. He was about to say something vital, but Fabian and his wife
came.
Fabian said to him: "Don't be surprised if you get a bad reception here,
Carnac. It's the worst place on the river, and I've no influence over the
men--I don't believe Tarboe could have. They're a difficult lot. There's
Eugene Grandois, he's as bad as they make 'em. He's got a grudge against
us because of some act of father, and he may break out any time. He's a
labour leader too, and we must be vigilant."
Carnac nodded. He made no reply in words. They were nearing the little
dock, and men were coming to the point where the launch would stop.
"There's Grandois now!" said Fabian with a wry smile, for he had a real
fear of results. He had, however, no idea how skilfully Carnac would
handle the situation--yet he had heard much of his brother's
adaptability. He had no psychological sense, and Carnac had big endowment
of it. Yet Carnac was not demonstrative. It was his quiet way that played
his game for him.
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