It shone on the person of the Reverend Henry William Ollivera, as he sat at home, taking his frugal2 meal, a tea-dinner. The room was a good one, and well furnished in a plain way. The table had been drawn3 towards one of the windows, open to the hum of the street; the rosewood cabinet at the back was handsome with its sheet of plate-glass and its white marble top; the chairs and sofa were covered with substantial cloth, the pier-glass over the mantlepiece reflected back bright ornaments5. Mr. Ollivera was of very simple habits, partly because he really cared little how he lived, partly because the scenes of distress6 and privation he met with daily in his ministrations read him a lesson that he was not slow to take. How could he pamper7 himself up with rich food, when so many within a stone's throw were pining for want of bread? His landlady8, Mrs. Jones, gave him sound lectures on occasion, telling him to his face that he was trying to break down. Sometimes she prepared nice dinners in spite of him: a fowl9, or some other luxury, and Mr. Ollivera smiled and did not say it was not enjoyed. The district of his curacy was full of poor; poverty, vice10, misery11 reigned12, and would reign13, in spite of what he could do. Some of the worst phases of London life were ever before him. The great problem, "What shall be done with these?" arose to his mind day by day. He had his scripture14 readers; he had other help; but destitution15 both of body and mind reared itself aloft like a many-headed monster, defying all solution. Sometimes Mr. Ollivera did not come in to dinner at all, but took a mutton-chop with his tea; as he was doing now.
Four years had elapsed since his brother's mysterious death (surely it may be called so!) and the conviction on the clergyman's mind, that the verdict was wholly at variance16 with the facts, had not abated17 one iota18. Nay19, time had but served to strengthen it. Nothing else had strengthened it. No discovery had been made, no circumstance, however minute, had arisen to throw light upon it one way or the other. The hoped-for, looked-for communication from the police-agent, Butterby, had never come. In point of fact Mr. Butterby, in regard to this case, had found himself wholly at sea. Godfrey Pitman did not turn up in response to the threatened "looking after;" Miss Rye departed for London with her sister when affairs at the Jones's came to a crash; and, if the truth must be told, Mr. Butterby veered20 round to his original opinion, that the verdict had been a correct one. Once, and once only, that renowned21 officer had presented himself at the house of Greatorex and Greatorex. Happening to be in London, he thought he would give them a call. But he brought no news. It was but a few weeks following the occurrence, and there might not have been time for any to arise. One thing he had requested--to retain in his possession the scrap22 of writing found on the table at the death. It might be useful to him, he said, for of course he should still keep his eyes open: and Mr. Greatorex readily acquiesced23. Since then nothing whatever had been heard from Mr. Butterby, or from any other quarter; but the sad facts were rarely out of the clergyman's mind; and the positive conviction, the expectation of the light, to break in sooner or later, burnt within him with a steady ray, sure and true as Heaven.
Not of this, however, was Mr. Ollivera's mind filled this evening. His thoughts were running on the disheartening scenes of the day; the difficult men and women he had tried to deal with--some of them meek25 and resigned, many hard and bad; all wanting help for their sick bodies or worse souls. There was one case in particular that interested him sadly. A man named Gisby, discovered shortly before, lay in a room, dying slowly. He did not want help in kind, as so many did; but of spiritual help, none could be in greater need. Little by little, Mr. Ollivera got at his history. It appeared that the man had once been servant in the house of Kene, the Queen's counsel--Judge Kene now: he had been raised to the bench in the past year. During his service there, a silver mug disappeared; circumstances seemed to point to Gisby as guilty, and he was discharged, getting subsequently other employment.
But now, the man was not guilty--as he convinced Mr. Ollivera, and the suspicion appeared to have worked him a great deal of ill, and made him hard. On this day, when the clergyman sat by his bed-side, reading and praying, he had turned a deaf ear. "Where's the use?" he roughly cried, "Sir Thomas thinks me guilty always." It struck Mr. Ollivera that the man had greatly respected his master, had valued his good opinion and craved26 for it still; and the next morning this was confirmed. "You'll go to him when I'm dead, sir, and tell him the truth then, that I was not guilty? I never touched the mug, or knew how or where it went."
Returning home with these words ringing in his ears, Mr. Ollivera could not get the man out of his mind. So long as the sense of being wronged lay upon Gisby, so long would he encase himself in his hard indifference27, and refuse to hear. "I must get Kene to go to see the man," decided28 Mr. Ollivera. "He must hear with his own ears and see with his own eyes that he was not guilty, and tell him so; and then Gisby will come round. I wonder if Kene is back from circuit."
Excessively tired with his day's work, for his frame was not of the strongest, Mr. Ollivera did not care to go out that evening to Sir Thomas Kene's distant residence on the chance of not finding him. And yet, if the judge was back, there ought to be no time lost in communicating with him, for Gisby was daily getting nearer to death. "Bede Greatorex will be able to tell me," suddenly thought Mr. Ollivera, when his tea had been long over and twilight29 was setting in. "I'll send and ask him."
Moving to his writing-table, he wrote a short note, reading it over before enclosing it in an envelope.
"Dear Bede,--Can you tell me whether Sir Thomas Kene is in London? I wish particularly to see him as soon as possible. It is on a little matter connected with my parish work.
"Truly yours
"William Ollivera."
It was a latent thought that induced Mr. Ollivera to add the concluding sentence and the motive30 shall be told. He and Bede Greatorex had come to an issue twice upon the subject of his so persistently31 cherishing the notion that the now long-past death was anything but a suicide; or rather, that he should pursue it. Bede heard so much of it from him that he grew vexed33, and at length vowed34 he would listen to him no more. And Mr. Ollivera thought that if Bede fancied he wanted to see Sir Thomas Kene on that subject, he might refuse to answer him.
Ringing the bell, he gave the note to the servant with a request (preferred with deprecation and a plea of his own tired state, for he was one of those who are sensitively chary35 of giving any extra trouble) that it should be taken to Mr. Bede Greatorex, and an answer waited for.
But when the girl got downstairs, there arose some slight difficulty; she was engaged in a necessary household occupation--ironing--and her mistress did not care that she should quit it. Miss Rye stood by with her things on, about to go out on some errand of her own. Ah me! these apparently36 trifling37 chances do not happen accidentally.
"Can't you just step round to Bedford Square, with it, Alletha?" asked Mrs. Jones. "It won't take you far out of your way."
Miss Rye's silent answer--she seemed always silent now--was to pick up the note and go out with it. She knew the house, for she worked occasionally for Mrs. Bede Greatorex, and was passing to the private entrance when she encountered Frank Greatorex, who was coming out at the other door. He wished her good evening, and she told him her errand, showing the note directed to Bede.
"He is in his office still," said Frank, throwing open the door for her. "Walk in. Mr. Brown, attend here, please."
Miss Rye stepped into the semi-lighted room, for there was only a shaded lamp on Mr. Brown's desk; and Frank Greatorex, closing the door, was gone again. Mr. Brown, at work as late as his master, came forward.
"For Mr. Bede Greatorex," said Miss Rye, handing him the note. "I will wait----"
The words were broken off with a faint, sharp cry. A cry, low though it was, of surprise, of terror, of dismay. Both their faces blanched38 to whiteness, they stood gazing at each other, she with strained eyes and drawnback lips, he with a kind of forced stillness on his features, that nevertheless told of inward emotion.
"Oh, my good heaven!" she breathed in her agitation39. "Is it you?"
Miss Rye had heard speak of Mr. Brown, the managing clerk in the department of Mr. Bede Greatorex. Jenner had mentioned him: Roland Yorke had commented on him and his wig40. But that "Mr. Brown" should be the man now standing41 before her, she had never suspected; no, not in her wildest dreams.
"Sit down, Miss Rye. You are faint."
She put his arm from her, as he would have supported her to a seat, and staggered to one of herself. He followed, and stood by her in silence.
"What are you called here?" she began--and, it may be, that in the moment's agitation she forgot his ostensible42 name and really put it as a question, not in mocking, condemnatory43 scorn:--"Godfrey Pitman?"
Every instinct of terror the man possessed44 seemed to rise up within him at sound of the name. He glanced round the room; at the desks; at the walls; as if to assure himself that no ear was there.
"Hush--sh--sh!" with a prolonged note of caution. "Never breathe that name, here or elsewhere."
"What if I were to? To speak it aloud to all who ought to hear it?"
"Why then you would bring a hornet's nest about heads that you little wot of. Their sting might end in worse than death."
"Death for you?"
"No: I should be the hangman."
"What do you mean?"
"Listen, Miss Rye. I cannot tell you what I mean: and your better plan will be never to ask me. If----"
"Better for whom?" she interrupted.
"For--well, for me, for one. The fact is, that certain interests pertaining45 to myself and others--certain reminiscences of the past," he continued with very strong emphasis, "have become so complicated, so interwoven as it were one with the other, that we must in all probability stand or fall together."
"I do not understand you."
"I can scarcely expect that you should. But--were any proceeding46 on your part, any word, whether spoken by design or accident, to lead to that fall, you would rue24 it to the last hour of your life. That you can at least understand."
The faintness was passing off, and Miss Rye rose, steadying herself against the railings of Mr. Hurst's desk. At that moment the inner door was unlatched, and the clerk, recalled to present duties, caught the note from her unresisting hand.
"For Mr. Bede Greatorex," he said aloud, glancing at the superscription. "I will give it to him."
It was Mr. Bede Greatorex who came forth48. He took the note, and glanced at Alletha.
"Ah, Miss Rye! Is it you?"
"Our maid was busy, so I brought it down," she explained. "Mr. Ollivera is waiting for an answer."
Bede Greatorex went back to his room, leaving the intervening door open. She sat and waited. Mr. Brown, whose work was in a hurry, wrote on steadily49 at his desk by the light of a shaded lamp. A minute or two, and Bede Greatorex brought her a bit of paper twisted up, and showed her out himself.
With the errand she had come abroad to execute for herself gone clean out of her head, Alletha Rye went back home, her brain in a whirl. The streets she passed through were crowded with all the bustle50 and jostle of London life; but, had she been traversing an African desert, she could not have felt more entirely51 alone. Her life that night lay within her: and it was one of confused tumult52.
The note found Mr. Ollivera asleep: as the twilight deepened, he had dropped, in sheer weariness, into an unconscious slumber53. Untwisting the scrap of paper, he held it near a lighted candle and read the contents:--
"Dear Henry,--Kene is back, and is coming to us this evening; we expect two or three friends. Louisa will be pleased if you can join us. Faithfully yours,
"B.G."
Mr. Ollivera eschewed54 gaiety of all kinds, parties included. Over and over again had he been fruitlessly invited to the grand dinners and soirées of Mrs. Bede Greatorex, until they left off asking him. "Two or three friends," he repeated as he put down the note. "I don't mind that, for I must see Kene."
Dressing55 himself; he was on the point of setting out, when a messenger arrived to fetch him to a sick person; so that it was half-past ten when he reached the house of Mr. Greatorex. And then, but for his mission to the Judge, he would have quitted it again without entering the reception-rooms.
Two or three friends! Lining56 the wide staircase, dotting the handsome landing, crowding the numerous guest-rooms, there they were; a mob of them. Women in the costly57 and fantastic toilettes of the present day; men bowing and bending with their evening manners on. Mr. Ollivera resented the crowd as a personal wrong.
"'Two or three friends,' you wrote me word, Bede," he reproachfully said, seeing his cousin in a corner near the entrance-door. "You know I do not like these things and never go to them."
"On my word, Henry, I did not know it was going to be this cram," returned Bede Greatorex. "I thought we might be twenty, perhaps, all told."
"How can you put up with this? Is it seemly, Bede--in this once staid and pattern house?"
"Seemly?" repeated Bede Greatorex.
"Forgive me, Bede. I was thinking of the dear old times under your mother's rule. The happy evenings, all hospitality and cheerfulness; the chapter read at bedtime, when the small knot of guests had departed. Friends were entertained then; but I don't know what you call these."
Perhaps Bede Greatorex had never, amid all his provocations58, felt so tempted59 to avow60 the truth as now--that he abhorred61 it with his whole heart and soul. Henry William Ollivera could not hate and despise it more than he. As to the good old days of sunshine and peace thus recalled, a groan62 well nigh burst from him, at their recollection. It was indeed a contrast, then and now: in more things than this. The world bore a new aspect for Bede Greatorex, and not a happier one.
"Is Kene here, Bede?"
"Not yet. What is it that you want with him?"
Mr. Ollivera gave a brief outline of the case; Bede left him in the middle of it to welcome fresh arrivals. Something awfully63 fine loomed64 up, in pink silk and lace, and blazing emeralds. It was Mrs. Bede Greatorex. Her chignon was a mile high, and her gown was below her shoulder-blades. The modest young clergyman turned away at the sight, his cheeks flushing a dusky red. Not in this kind of society of late years, the curiosities of fashionable attire65 were new to him.
"Is Bede mad?" he inwardly said, "or has he lost all control over his wife's actions?"
Somebody else, not used to society, was staring on with all the eyes of wonder he possessed. And that was Roland Yorke. Leaning against the wall in a new suit of dress-clothes, with a huge pair of white gloves on that would have been quite the proper thing at Port Natal66, stood Roland. Mr. Ollivera, trying to get away from everybody, ran against him. The two were great friends now, and Roland was in the habit of running up to Mr. Ollivera's drawing-room at will.
"I say," began Roland, "this is rather strong, is it not?"
"Do you mean the crowd?"
"I mean everything. Some of the girls and women look as if they had forgotten to put their gowns on. Why do they dress in this way?"
"Because they fancy it's the fashion, I suppose," replied Mr. Ollivera, drawing down the corners of his thin lips.
"They must have taken the fashion from the Zulu Kaffirs," returned Roland. "When one has been knocked about amidst that savage67 lot--fought with 'em, too, men and women--one loses superfluous68 fastidiousness, Mr. Ollivera; but I don't think this is right."
Mr. Ollivera intimated that there could not be a doubt it was all wrong.
"Down in Helstonleigh, where I come from, they dress themselves decently," observed Roland, forgetting that his reminiscences of the place dated more than seven years back, and that fashion penetrates69 to all the strongholds of society, whether near or distant. "The girls there are lovely, too. Just look if they are not."
Mr. Ollivera, in some slight surprise, followed the direction of the speaker's eyes, and saw a young lady sitting back in a corner; her white evening dress, her banded hair, the soft, pure flush on her delicate face, all as simple, and genuine, and modest as herself.
"That's what the girls are in my native place, Mr. Ollivera."
"Mrs. Bede Greatorex is a native of Helstonleigh, also," observed the clergyman, dryly. And for a moment Roland was dumb. The pink robe, the tower of monstrous70 hair, and the shoulder-blades were in full view just then.
"No, she is not," cried he, triumphantly71. "The Joliffe girls were born in barracks; they only came among us when the old colonel settled down."
"Who is the young lady?"
"Miss Channing. Her brother and I are old chums. He is the grandest fellow living; the most noble gentleman the world can show. He--why, if I don't believe you know him!" broke off Roland, as a recollection of something he had been told flashed across his mind.
"I!" returned Mr. Ollivera.
"Was Arthur Channing not at a--a certain night funeral?" asked Roland, dropping his voice out of delicacy72. "You know. When that precious cousin of mine, Bill Yorke, lent you his surplice."
"Yes, yes," said Mr. Ollivera, hastily; "I had forgotten the name. And so that is Arthur Channing's sister!"
"She is governess to that provoking little wretch73, Jane Greatorex," said polite Roland, forgetting in his turn that he was speaking of his listener's cousin, "and she ought to be a queen. She ought, Mr. Ollivera, and you would say so if you knew her. She looks one, does she not? She's as like Arthur as two pins, and he's fit for the noblest king in the world."
The clergyman slightly smiled. He had become accustomed to his new friend's impulsive74 mode of speech.
"Yes, we are both of us down just now, dependents of the Greatorex house--she teacher in it, I office-clerk," went on Roland. "Never mind: luck may turn some day. I told Annabel so just now, but she sent me away. I was talking to her too much, she said, and made people stare. Perhaps it was so: I know her cheeks turned red every other minute."
"And to make them paler, you take up your position here and gaze at her," observed Mr. Ollivera with another smile--and smiles were rare from him.
"Oh, law!" cried Roland. "I'm always doing something wrong. The fact is, there's nobody else worth looking at. See there! a yellow gown and no petticoats under it. If this is fashion I hope my mother and sisters are not going in for it! I shall go back to her," he added, after a moment's pause. "It's a shame she should sit there alone, with nothing to look at but those Models, passing and repassing right before her eyes. If Arthur were here, I believe he'd take her away, I do."
Roland, vegetating75 in that unfashionable region, Port Natal, had not yet become accustomed to the exigencies76 of modern days; and he spoke47 freely. Just then the throng77 was great in front of him, and he remained where he was. Taller than almost any one in the room, he could look at Annabel at will; Mr. Ollivera, about up to Roland's shoulder, could get but occasional glimpses of her. Many a one glanced at Roland with interest, wondering who the fine, strong young man was, leaning against the wall there, with the big white gloves on, and the good-natured face, unsophisticated as a boy's.
Elbowing his way presently across the room something after the manner he might have elbowed through a crowd on the quay78 at Durban, Roland once more took up his position by Miss Channing. The old playfellows had become new friends, and Roland contrived79 that they should often meet. When Miss Channing was walking in the Square with her pupil, he was safe to run up, and stay talking; quite oblivious80 to the exigencies of the office waiting for his services. Jane Greatorex had learned to look for him, and would walk where she was likely to see him, in defiance81 of Miss Channing. In spite of Roland's early fever to quit his native place, in spite of his prolonged rovings, he was essentially82 a home-bird, and could have been content to talk of the old days and the old people with Annabel for ever.
"Where's Jane tonight?" he began, as he joined her.
"In bed. She was very naughty this evening, and for once Mr. Bede Greatorex interfered83 and sent her."
"Poor child! She is awfully troublesome, though, and one gets tired of that in the long run. If you--Halloa!"
Roland stopped. He was gazing in surprise at someone standing near: a man nearly his own age, tall and strong, and bearing altogether a general resemblance to himself. But the other's face had a cynical84 cast, expressive85 of ill-nature, and the lips were disagreeably full. Roland recognized him for his brother, although they had not met for more than seven years.
"That's Gerald, if ever I saw him in my life."
"Yes, it is Gerald," said Miss Channing, quietly. "He generally comes to Mrs. Bede's soirées."
"Isn't he got up!"
Roland's expression was an apt one. Gerald Yorke was in the very pink of male fashion. His manners were easy; entirely those of a man at home in society.
"He does it grand, does he not?" cried Roland, who had made one advance towards making friends with his brother since coming to London, and was not responded to in kind.
Miss Channing laughed. Gerald Yorke had entered on some kind of public career and was very prosperous, she believed, moving amidst the great ones of the land. Roland, quite forgetting where he was, or perhaps not caring, set up a whistle by way of attracting the attention of Gerald, who turned amidst others at the strange sound.
"How d'ye do, Gerald, old boy? Come and shake hands."
The voice was loud, glad, hearty86; the great hand, with its great white glove drawn up over it, minus a button, was stretched above intervening heads. Gerald Yorke's face grew dark with the light of annoyance87, and he hesitated before making the best of the situation, and getting near enough to shake the offered hand.
He would far rather have become conveniently deaf, and walked off in an opposite direction. Alike though the brothers were in general personal resemblance, no contrast could be greater than they presented in other respects. Gerald, fine and fashionable, with his aristocratic air and his slow, affected88 drawl, was the very type of all that is false of that insincerity and heartlessness obtaining in what is called society. Roland, hot, thoughtless, never weighing a word before he spoke it, impulsive, genuine, utterly89 unsophisticated as to the usages and manners that go to make up the meetings of fashionable life, was just as single-hearted and true.
Gerald, as Roland put it, "went in" for grandeur90, and he was already prejudiced against his brother. In a communication from Lord Carrick, apologizing for not being able to answer satisfactorily Gerald's appeal for a loan, that nobleman had confidentially91 avowed92 that he could not at present assist even Roland effectually, and had got him a place as clerk temporarily, to save him from embarking93 in the hot-pie line. It may therefore be readily understood that Gerald did not consider an intimacy94 with Roland likely to conduce to his own advancement95 (to say nothing of respectability) and his annoyance and surprise at seeing him now where he did were about equally great.
The hands were shaken, and a few words of greeting passed; warm and open on Roland's part, cool and cautious on Gerald's. A friend of Gerald's, the Honourable96 Mr. Somebody, who was by his side and begged for an introduction, was more cordial than he.
"I have not seen him since we parted seven years ago, when I went off to Port Natal," explained Roland with his accustomed candour. "Haven't I had ups and downs since then, Gerald!" he continued, turning his beaming face upon his brother. "You have heard of them I dare say, through Carrick."
"You did not make a fortune," drawled Gerald, wishing he could get away.
"A fortune! Law bless you, Ger! I was glad to work on the port with the Kaffirs, unloading boats; and to serve in stores, and to drive cattle and pigs; anything for bread. You can't think how strange all this seems to me"--pointing to the waving crowd in the room, several of whom had gathered round, attracted by this fraternal meeting.
"Aw! Surprised to see you amidst them," minced97 Gerald, who could not resist the little ill-natured hint, in his growing rage.
"Mrs. Greatorex invited me," said Roland, his honest simplicity98 detecting not the undercurrent of sarcasm99. "I am in Greatorex's office; I don't suppose you knew it, Gerald. They give me twenty shillings a week; and Carrick goes bail100 for my rigging out. I got this coat from his tailor's tonight."
The crowd laughed, the Honourable roared, and Gerald Yorke was half mad.
"I'd not acknowledge it, at any rate, if I were you," he said, imprudently, his affectation lost in a gust101 of temper. "After all you were born a Yorke."
"Acknowledge what, Ger?" returned Roland.
"The--the--the shame of taking a common clerkship at twenty shillings a week; and all the rest of the degradation," burst forth Gerald, setting conventionality at defiance. "My uncle, Lord Carrick, warned me of this; my mother, Lady Augusta, spoke of it in a recent letter to me," he added for the benefit of the ears around.
"Why, Ger, where's the use of being put out?" retorted Roland, but with no symptom of ill-humour in his good-natured tone. "I was down, and had nobody to help me. Carrick couldn't; old Dick Yorke wouldn't; Lady Augusta said she had all of you pulling at her: and so Carrick talked to Greatorex and Greatorex, and they put me into the place. The pound a week keeps me; in clover too; you should hear what I sometimes was reduced to live on at Port Natal. There was an opening for a hot-pie man down at Poplar, and the place was offered me; if I had gone into that line you might have grumbled102."
The ladies and gentlemen shrieked103 with merriment: they began to think the fine young fellow, who looked every whit4 as independent a man as his fastidious brother, was chaffing them all. Gerald ground his teeth and tried to get away.
"You'll come and see me, old fellow?" said Roland. "I've a stunning104 room, bedroom and sitting-room105 in one, the bedstead's let out at night. It is at Mother Jones's; poor soft Jenkins's widow, you know, that we used to wot of in the days gone by."
Gerald made good his escape: and when they were quiet again. Roland had leisure to look at Miss Channing. Her bent106 face shone like a peony, the effect of vexation and suppressed laughter.
"Why, what's the matter>" he asked.
"You should not say such things, Roland. It was quite out of place in a room like this."
"What things?"
"About yourself. It is so different, you know, from anything young men experience here."
"But it is all true," returned Roland, unable to see the argument.
"Still it need not be proclaimed to an indiscriminate crowd. You might show more tact107. Gerald was fit to die of mortification108. And you who used to have so much pride!"
Roland Yorke, honestly willing to please everybody and vex32 none, stood looking ruefully. "As to pride, Annabel, if a fellow wants that knocked out of him, he had better go over to Port Natal, and get buffeted109 as I did," he concluded. "I left it all behind me there, I'm afraid. And, of tact, I don't think I ever possessed any."
Which was perfectly110 true.
Meanwhile Mr. Ollivera, waiting in vain to see Sir Thomas Kene enter, grew sick of the ever-changing, ever-moving panorama111 that jostled him, and went downstairs to his uncle's small and comfortable room, leaving word with the servants where he might be found if the Judge came in. Mr. Greatorex very rarely joined these large parties. He was sitting in quiet now, a bit of bright fire in the grate, for the evenings were still chilly112, and a reading-lamp, newspapers, and books on the table. Slender, active, upright still, he scarcely looked his age, sixty-two: his face was fresh yet, and not a thread of grey mingled113 with the smooth brown hair.
"Henry, is it you!" he exclaimed; for he was surprised to see his nephew enter at that late hour. And Mr. Ollivera, as he took a chair, apologized for interrupting him, but said he had grown so weary of the turmoil114 above.
"You don't mean to say you have been making one of them!"
"I have for once, uncle. It will serve me for ten years to come. People say to me sometimes, 'Why don't you go into society?' Good heavens! to think that rational beings, God's people who have souls to be saved, can waste their precious hours in such, evening after evening! The women for the most part are unseemly to behold115; their bodies half dressed, their faces powdered and painted, their heads monstrosities, their attire sinfully lavish116. The men affect to be heartless, drawling coxcombs. It is a bad phase of life, this that we have drifted into, rotten at its core; men and women alike artificial. Do you like this in your house, Uncle Greatorex?"
"When Bede married, I resigned to him the mastership of the house, so far as these things were concerned," replied Mr. Greatorex.
"I know. Does Bede like it?"
"He countenances117 it. For myself, I trouble them but little now. Even my dinner I often cause to be served here. Bede's wife was civil enough to come down this evening and press me to join them."
"Bede looks more worried than usual--and that need not be," observed William Ollivera. "What is it, I wonder? To me he has the air of a man silently fretting118 himself into his grave."
"You know what it is, William," said Mr. Greatorex, in a low tone, and calling his nephew as he often did, by his second Christian119 name. "Bede's wife is a great worry. But there's another."
"What is it?"
"Illness," breathed Mr. Greatorex. "Symptoms that we don't like have shown themselves in him lately. However--they may pass away. The doctors think they will."
"I came here to meet Kene, whom I very particularly wish to see," resumed the clergyman, after a pause. "Bede said he expected him."
"Ay; some magnet must have drawn you, apart from that," pointing his thumb at the rooms above. And Mr. Ollivera explained why he was seeking the Judge.
"I thought something fresh might have arisen in the old case; or at least that you fancied it," observed Mr. Greatorex. "You must be coming round to our way of thinking, William. Time goes on, but that stands still."
"I shall never come round to it."
"John has been dead four years and two months, now," pursued Mr. Greatorex. "And it has stood still all that time."
William Ollivera, leaned forward in his chair, and the fire and the lamp alike played on his wasted face, on the bright flush of emotion that rose in his thin cheeks.
"Uncle! Uncle Greatorex! it is as fresh in my mind now as it was the first day I went down to Helstonleigh, and saw him lying white and cold and dead, with the ban of the coroner's verdict upon him. I cannot shake it off: and of late I am not sure but I have tried to do so, in the sheer weariness of prolonged disappointment. 'Tarry yet awhile, and wait,' a voice seems saying ever to me: and I am content to wait. I cannot rest; I find no peace. When I wake in the morning, I say, 'This day may bring forth fruit;' when I go to rest at night, the thought, that it has not, is the last upon me. There will be neither rest nor peace for me until I have solved the enigma120 of my brother's death; and I am always working on for it."
"Sir Thomas Kene has come, sir," interrupted a servant at this juncture121, opening the door.
Henry Ollivera rose; and, wishing Mr. Greatorex good night, went forth to his interview with the Judge.
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whit
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landlady
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fowl
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vice
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misery
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scripture
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destitution
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variance
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abated
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nay
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indifference
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condemnatory
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possessed
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proceeding
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spoke
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forth
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steadily
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bustle
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entirely
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slumber
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costly
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provocations
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tempted
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avow
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abhorred
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awfully
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loomed
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superfluous
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penetrates
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affected
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utterly
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confidentially
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| n.时刻，关键时刻，紧要关头 | |
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