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As jobs went, it was not their finest, but they were back at the Albany before dawn with a modest haul of stones for their trouble. Bunny, with a reviving whisky inside him and a ruby in his pocket, would have felt exhilarated, save that Raffles was being decidedly surly. This was not like the old days, Bunny thought with a sigh-a sigh that continued into a jaw-cracking yawn as the fatigues of their night's work overcame him all at once. He did not feel up to trying to make conversation with the silent figure seated opposite him, so he began to rise, casting about for the right words to bid farewell as he did so.
"Leaving so soon, Bunny?" said Raffles, with a sharp glance. "So impatient to be gone?"
Bunny sat down again. "I'll stay, if you wish it," he said.
"I? Why should it matter to me whether you stay or go?"
Bunny began to feel annoyed. "Very well, then. Since you seem determined to be cross, whatever I do, I think I shall leave." He went to retrieve his hat and coat, and returned to find Raffles uncharacteristically nursing a second whisky. "We could dine tomorrow, perhaps?" he suggested, hoping to clear the air before he left.
Raffles sipped his drink. "Will the Major not be requiring your company, then?" he said at last.
"What do you mean?"
"I mean, it's clear you are bought and paid for. I would not-"
"Raffles!" Bunny stepped forward, his fists clenching. "What an infernal thing to say!"
Raffles sprang up and turned on him fiercely. "Bunny, Bunny! All of London knows what this man is. Must I sit by and see you ruined?"
"How dare you-"
"The china shepherdess, Bunny." Raffles shook his head.
"It was a gift."
"Of course it was. I know your tastes."
"Do you?" retorted Bunny. The recollection of the upstairs room flashed into his mind, and he almost laughed. Tastes, indeed! "Are you quite sure about that, Raffles?"
Raffles's face took on the wounded look Bunny recognised from certain occasions when his blundering had proved particularly costly; and it came to him that Raffles's concern might not be wholly for his reputation. It was as though Bunny had struck him a blow-had trespassed upon feelings too deep for disguise.
"You're jealous!" Bunny blurted out. "Good God-you are!"
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