They debated that last decision before they were agreed. Arthur, still suspicious of the good faith of Miss Kenyon and Charles Turner, was for postponing6 what he regarded as the lesser7 announcement until after his interview with the old man. Eleanor saw more clearly.
"They would never dare to anticipate us," she said. "It would be too risky8. Haven't you realised that they never interfere9 with him? For one thing they are agreed that there shan't be any kind of competition between them, for favours and so on—which is awfully10 wise of them, if you come to think of it. And for another, they would not like to be the bearer of bad news or even disturbing news. Their fear of him goes as deep as that."
"And yet he never loses his temper with them, does he? Or threatens them in any way?" Arthur asked.
"He threatens them all the time, indirectly," she said. "But I've never seen him lose his temper. He doesn't seem to care enough for that."
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They had found a delightfully12 secluded14 spot in the larch15 plantation16 for their talk, and it was from there that they saw the car return a little before five o'clock. By that time, however, their plans were settled. The fact of their engagement was to be whispered to some member of the family when they went in to tea, in the certain hope that thereafter the news would instantly spread through the household. The second, and, for the Kenyons, the more important announcement was to follow, with the warning that the head of the house was to be told nothing until the next morning, when it should be Arthur's duty to inform him.
And so far as the future was concerned they were content to await the day. If the expected explosion took place, Eleanor was to go to the Paynes; she had sent her letter and seemed to have no doubt that they would receive her. Arthur was prepared in any case to return to Peckham the next afternoon.
They rose reluctantly when they saw the car softly running up the drive. No caresses17 had been exchanged between them as yet, but they had been exquisitely19 content in each other's company. Arthur asked for nothing better than to sit at her feet, and enjoy the bliss20 of her favour. And they had so much to say that had so far been impeded21 by the necessity for making their immediate22 plans. They wanted to tell one another the stories of their lives. He knew more of her life than she knew of his, Eleanor complained, and made it clear that every detail of his youth and young manhood must be told to her.
Moreover, for those two hours they had been temporarily emancipated23 from every restraint of Hartling, and now they had to face the task of finally cutting themselves free. And Eleanor knew
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that that task would not be performed without effort. Her grandfather would exert himself to the utmost to keep them both, and she had an uneasy fear that he might discover some form of suasion which might appear morally to bind24 them. She had never yet seen him exert himself in any connection of this kind. Until now he had always been so easily and so disinterestedly25 master of the situation. She had been present when he had dismissed Ken5 Turner's request for the payment of his debts, and had seen her grandfather refuse that petition with the emotional indifference27 of a man who decided28 between his investments. He had not shown a spark of temper, and his refusal, however final, had been almost gentle. She hoped that he would display the same methods on this occasion. But she was afraid that he might draw upon some hitherto untouched reserve of power. He had so much the air of a man with immense hidden reserves.
Also, she expected a chorus of remonstrance29 and dissuasion30 from the rest of the family. She knew that they all, with the exception of Miss Kenyon, were genuinely fond of her—it was impossible to picture Miss Kenyon as being fond of any one—and she guessed that their pleading might be hard to resist. Indeed, if anything could have altered her decision, it would have been her sense of compassion31 for them. If she could have helped them, she might have stayed. But she knew that her departure would make no real difference to their lives. Only one event could do that.
The announcement of the engagement created only a mild stir in the Hartling drawing-room. Evidently the thing had been expected; no opposition32 was anticipated in this instance from the ruler
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of destinies, and the affair was amply justified33 by precedent34. Mrs Turner was still very depressed35, and the news seemed to add another melancholy36 to her very depressed thoughts. No doubt she was reflecting that if her son had fallen in love with his Cousin Elizabeth, he too might now be settling down with the others to await the inevitable37 event that must finally determine their period of bondage38. And if he had done that, the family would have been complete, with no further fear of any intrusion from the outside.
Hubert gave the fullest expression to his congratulations. He appeared genuinely pleased, and went as far as suggesting that his own marriage and Arthur's might take place on the same day. And Elizabeth was at least outwardly complacent39; although Arthur wondered if her almost incessant40 chatter41, that afternoon, concealed42 a faint chagrin43. Probably she would have married him if he had asked her. Not because she was in love with him, but because he happened to be the only man available.
Joe Kenyon alone exhibited any signs of uneasiness, glancing across at Arthur more than once over the tea-table with a look that conveyed a hint of doubt and suspicion.
Arthur himself was far from confident. He was unhappily aware of the fact that he was accepting their congratulations under false pretences44. And he could not bring himself to announce his further plans to the full company. If Eleanor had been present they might have dared it together. But she had gone straight up to her grandfather after confiding45 the news of the engagement to Mrs Kenyon, and had not come down again.
It was inevitably46 his uncle that Arthur chose as
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his first confidant. There was a certain honesty and heartiness47 about him that the others lacked, and from him alone, perhaps, could be expected disinterested26 encouragement and advice. Moreover, Arthur was a trifle curious about that look of suspicion he had caught on his uncle's face.
"Care to come for a stroll down the garden," he asked, going up to him before the meal was actually finished.
"Eh? Oh! Wait till I get a cigar on," Joe Kenyon replied. "I'd like to have a talk with you."
As usual all essentials were deferred48 until they were out of earshot of the house, and then Joe Kenyon began somewhat abruptly49 by saying,—
"Changed your mind, I suppose, about what you said to Charles this morning. You won't be leaving us now, I take it."
"I shall," Arthur said. "She's coming too."
Joe Kenyon stopped in his walk and stared his surprise. "Good God!" he ejaculated on a note of alarm. "Surely you don't mean it?"
"I do," Arthur affirmed. "That was what I wanted to talk to you about. We settled it all between us this afternoon. It is quite possible that we may both go to-morrow."
Joe Kenyon again sought refuge in his "Good God!" He appeared to be completely staggered for the moment, looked back at the house, down towards the iron gates, then threw back his head and gently blew a thin wreath of cigar smoke into the air. "What you going to live on?" he asked abruptly.
"I'm going into partnership50 with the man I was working with before I came here," Arthur said. "We shall have about five hundred a year, I expect, to begin with."
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"Is it possible to live on that, in these days?" his uncle asked.
"Oh, yes! rather. It isn't much, of course," Arthur said.
"Both of you?"
"For a time. I hope to make more—in a year or two."
"Then why doesn't Eleanor wait until you've felt your feet a bit?"
"She won't. She wants to get away quite as much as I do—more, I think."
"But where's she going to—to-morrow? If she goes to-morrow?"
"To the Paynes. The people who brought her over from South America."
"Seem to have worked it all out," Joe Kenyon commented, with a deep sigh. "How long have you been making these plans?"
"Only this afternoon." Arthur said. "But she had written to the Paynes before we—before I said anything to her, you know. She meant to go in any case."
"The old man doesn't know yet, of course," his uncle continued.
"Going to tell him to-morrow morning."
Joe Kenyon considered that thoughtfully for a few seconds before he said, "Can't do anything to you, of course. You may have a pretty stiff time, both of you, but damn it, you're free. He's got no hold on you. Can't do anything—except chuck you out, which is all you're asking for."
"Quite," Arthur agreed, and then added: "This won't affect you in any way, will it, uncle?"
Joe Kenyon pursed his mouth. "Can't put it down to us. Can he?" he inquired. "You'll make that plain enough, between you. What I mean is,
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this'll be a knock for him, worst in twenty-five years, and he may be spiteful, work off his annoyance51 on one of us after you've gone, if there's the least excuse."
"Oh! there can't be the least question of involving any one but our two selves," Arthur assured him.
"Damn it, I wish it hadn't been Eleanor," his uncle grumbled52, adding inconsequently, "Pretty stiff coming the day after the other affair. If anything'll upset him this will. He'll put up a devil of a fight for Eleanor. She's damned useful to him. But, Good Lord! what can he do, when it comes to the point? If you're determined53 to go, there's the end of it. He can't make you stay." He looked apologetically at Arthur as he continued: "It's different for you. You've got a profession, prospects54. None of us have. And then we'd been brought up to it. So has Hubert.... All the same, we'd thought you'd stay. We shouldn't have blamed you either if you had. Very glad in a way. Oh, well! Good Lord; I don't know. Honestly, Arthur, how long do you think it's possible he might hang on?"
Arthur shook his head. "You can't tell," he admitted. "He's as sound as a bell physically55, and he has got the will to live. And so long as a man has that, you know, and there's nothing organically wrong...."
"Might easily live another ten years?" Joe Kenyon said.
"Quite easily," Arthur replied.
He realised later in the evening that in his conversation his uncle had summarised the family opinion. Their attitude towards himself was
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marked by that same discretion56 which had characterised it immediately before his championship of Hubert. They were afraid of the least appearance of complicity; and avoided too direct a reference to the subject that must have been uppermost in their thoughts. Turner's casual, "Hear you're going to take up your work again. Pretty dull for you down here, I suppose, without any settled employment," was a mere57 acknowledgment of the fact, and manifestly deprecated any further elaboration of the topic. And Hubert contented58 himself with spasms59 of melancholy gazing, as if he were trying to intimate as tactfully and safely as possible his personal sorrow and regret. Miss Kenyon was more nearly affable than Arthur had ever known her to be, and talked to him at dinner about his profession with every sign of interest.
The meal had an unprecedented60 air of informality that night owing to the absence of the head of the house, who dined in his own room. Eleanor, also, was absent from the table—to Arthur's great disappointment. He hoped to have another talk with her before his interview with the old man, and had fully11 expected to see her in the dining-room and be able to make some appointment with her afterwards.
About half-past nine, however, this particular anxiety was relieved, if none too satisfactorily, by a note that was brought down to him by one of the maids. "No hope this evening," Eleanor had written, "but I will see you upstairs before you go in to him to-morrow. Come up at half-past ten. I have told him about our engagement and he seemed to be pleased—chiefly, I think, because he believes it will give him a greater hold over you. It's rather awful, somehow. I'm not a bit happy
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about your seeing him. I'm afraid of something, though I don't in the least know what. Sleep well."
Arthur cherished that little letter for its first sentence. "No hope this evening" thrilled him by its sweet familiarity and its quiet acceptance of the fact that they wanted to be together. It said so much more than any stereotyped61 term of endearment62. Her final note of foreboding did not disturb him. He had no fear for the future, since the only future he saw was life with Eleanor. He had begun to plan the possibility of a small flat somewhere, if one could be found. There was no reason why they should not be married quite soon.
He looked up to find the eye of little Turner fixed63 upon him with a half-whimsical smile.
"What about a last game?" he asked, making a daring reference to the forbidden topic.
"Rather," Arthur agreed cheerfully.
"I'll come and mark," Hubert volunteered in much the tone he might have used if he had been offering his services as chief mourner.
Arthur found no difficulty in following Eleanor's advice to sleep well. He lay awake for half an hour or so thinking of her, but after that he slept soundly and his sleep was undisturbed. He did not even remember his dreams when he woke. And he had no sinking of the heart, no sick qualms64 of anticipation65 the following morning. His waking thoughts were all of Eleanor, the incident of the necessary interview with old Kenyon appeared to him as no more than one of the many necessary steps that he must take before he could enter the Paradise of his life with her. He was, for the time being, obsessed66 with a single idea, and his one annoyance was the
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fact that two and a half hours must elapse before he would see her again.
His uncle misread his evident abstraction when they met in the library after breakfast.
"Worried, Arthur?" he asked in a confidential67 voice behind the shield of the Times, although there was no one in the room just then but himself and his nephew.
"Worried? Lord, no," Arthur replied frankly68. "Quite the contrary."
"All right for you, my boy, but you'll have a rare trouble to make him give up Eleanor," his uncle said.
"He can't keep her if she wants to go," Arthur returned, but Joe Kenyon refused to commit himself any further.
"Oh, well! Wait and see," he said.
Arthur's peace of mind was in no way disturbed by that hint of the possible difficulties ahead of him. His uncle's warning seemed to him nothing more than a symptom of the characteristic Kenyon weakness. They were timid, apprehensive69 creatures, sapped and enfeebled by their life of comfort and seclusion70.
He was, however, suddenly startled into doubt by Eleanor's reception of him in the little ante-room. He had expected to find her as confident and self-reliant as he was himself. He had hoped that their half-hour's talk would be all of their own delightful13 future. He found her anxious, trembling, on the verge71 of tears.
"Sit down," she said, when Arthur came in. "I want to talk to you first. It's quite safe. He's in the office, and in any case you can't hear what's said from the next room."
But after he had obeyed her, she could not come
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at once to what she had to say. She turned her back on him and began to arrange some papers on a side table, standing72, he thought, less erectly73 than she usually stood. And when she faced him, there was in her expression the reluctance74 of one who has to admit defeat.
"Do you think, after all, that we had better go?" she asked.
He was too astonished to reply directly. He got up and took a step towards her. "Why? What's the matter?" he said.
She backed away from him and held up her hands, as if to defend herself.
"There's no reason why you shouldn't go—alone," she said.
"Go alone?" he repeated in a voice of such dismay that any repetition of that suggestion would have been ridiculous.
"Very well," she continued, soothing75 him with a faint smile. "If that's quite out of the question, is it possible that we might both stay?"
"Indefinitely?"
"Or for a time."
"Like the rest of them? Isn't that how they all began?" he asked.
She sighed and clasped her hands together. "Oh, Arthur, I'm afraid," she confessed. "I don't know what I'm afraid of. It isn't of him or of anything he can do to us. I've been arguing with myself, but it's no good. It just comes down to the one fact that I'm afraid."
Almost instinctively76 Arthur put out his hand and laid a finger on her pulse. "Since when have you been afraid?" he asked her.
"Ever since he came in yesterday," she told him. "He was just as usual, not overtired as far as I
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could see, or put out, or anything. But directly I began to talk to him this queer feeling of fear came over me. It was ... Arthur, it was just as if I knew something terrible was going to happen." She slipped her pulse from his fingers, thrust her hand into his, and clung to it tightly as she continued, "And I've been thinking that perhaps I may have been wrong about him. I don't believe I slept an hour last night. I kept going over it all again and again until I nearly persuaded myself that he had always meant well—underneath. And if he has, and I desert him now, and the shock of it made him ill—it might, mightn't it?—I should feel so awful about it. Oh! what do you think we ought to do? You know we might be—be married—here—and go on much as we have been—with that difference."
For a moment Arthur was tempted77, realising in his own feelings something of what the other dwellers78 in the house must have gone through before they descended79 to their present level of fatalistic acceptance. And if he had not been so deeply in love with Eleanor he would almost certainly have yielded as the others had done before him. He was saved by the memory of his own abasement80 the previous morning. He had known then that he could never be worthy81 of her so long as he was too inert82 to face the struggle of life.
He put his arm round her and drew her close to him—the first caress18 he had dared. "No," he said. "Quite definitely no! I should hate myself if we did that. You have cured me of the least wish to slack my life away. I shouldn't be good enough for you, if I did. I don't mean to say that I'm good enough in any case, but I shall try to be...." He paused, and with the lingering
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fondness of one who murmurs83 the tenderest of all endearments84, added softly, "Eleanor."
Her only answer was to press a little nearer to him, and he felt that she was now leaning upon his strength; she who had given him that strength in the first instance.
"It was you who made me see everything so clearly, yesterday," he went on. "I saw myself as I was, a detestable parasite85. I could have hated myself for daring to love you. And whatever happens, I could not face that feeling again. It has gone absolutely. I don't believe I should ever have had it if it hadn't been for the influences and temptations of this place. It undermines one's will—though it has never undermined yours."
She hid her face. "It has, it has," she whispered. "I didn't know it until last night. I thought I was strong."
He was seized with a momentary86 panic. "You mean that you're afraid to face life with me on five hundred a year?" he asked.
She lifted her head and smiled at him. "I'd face life with you on a hundred a year, cheerfully," she said. "It isn't that."
He was infinitely87 relieved by that assurance, for he had had a glimpse of a condition that might still defeat him. If she had been afraid of the life he had had to offer her, he might have been forced to compromise. "What is it, then?" he asked tenderly.
"My grandfather," she said. "He—he paralyses my will, I think. I can feel his power over me here, this very minute. I'm afraid of him now that I'm going to oppose him, just as they are all afraid of him. It's like the fear one has in a dream, the fear of something with an unearthly power that you
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can't escape from—something—something evil. I—do you know I meant to tell him last night, that I—that we were going? And I couldn't. He was sitting there perfectly88 quiet and good-tempered—we were having dinner together—and I thought, why shouldn't I break it to him—at once—about us? But as soon as that idea came into my mind I began to tremble. It was like—oh! like having to plunge89 your hand down into some horrible dark hole, not knowing what ghastly unclean thing you might find there. And I couldn't do it. I couldn't, I couldn't."
Her voice had risen to a slightly hysterical90 note as she concluded, and he held her to him and gently fondled and soothed91 her as he said reassuringly92, "It's only because he has been your employer and master all these years. And in any case he has no power over me. I have never been the least afraid of him."
"Oh, Arthur! you're strong," she murmured, and then recovered herself almost as quickly as she had given way. "I'm a fool," she said, with a sudden effect of briskness93, drawing herself away from him, and putting her hands up to her hair. "However, you know now the sort of hysterical creature you'll have to put up with."
"I'm glad," he said, with a fond smile. "You were almost too wonderful before. I don't believe I should be afraid to kiss you now."
She blushed and turned away. "I suppose you know that it's ten minutes past eleven," she said, and added with a sudden return of agitation94, "Oh! go—at once. And get it over." Then as though she doubted her own powers of resolution, she went quickly over to the door of her grandfather's room and opened it.
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"Can you see Arthur now? He's here," she said coldly; and having received her reply she looked at Arthur and formally beckoned95 him to go in. But as he passed her in the doorway96 she momentarily clasped his arm with her two hands as if she were loath97, even now, to let him go.
Yet, despite all this ominous98 introduction, it was pity and not fear that Arthur felt as he sat down by the old man, who had, so mysteriously it seemed, terrified his own family. He looked even less intimidating99 than usual this morning. He was obviously pleased by the news of the engagement, and his first words were almost roguish.
"Well, well, Arthur: I mustn't keep you long to-day," he said. "And I suppose, after this, that I shall have to reconcile myself to seeing rather less of Eleanor. However...." He completed his sentence with a gesture of his delicate, shrivelled hand.
Arthur knew the inference that he was expected to draw: in a few months—a year or two, at longest—all these little cares and troubles would have ceased for ever. And it crossed his mind that he might open his extraordinarily100 difficult announcement by some well-considered professional assurance that his patient might quite conceivably live another ten or fifteen years. He rejected that as being clumsy and tactless—although every form of approach seemed to him, just then, to be either clumsy or cruel. And it was in desperation, alarmed by the growing significance of his own silence, that he at last said,—
"Yes, sir, I'm afraid you'll miss her—rather—at first."
The old man appeared to be unaware101 that this sentence held any unusual suggestion. "Have you
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had it in your mind that you might be married quite soon?" he asked.
"I think so, sir; yes, quite soon," Arthur replied, and then frowning and keeping his eyes averted102 from the old man's face—he went on quickly. "As soon as ever we can find somewhere to live, in fact. Flats and so on are fearfully difficult to get just now. And in Peckham, where I shall be practising...."
He paused and looked up. The old man had changed neither his position nor his expression. "But I know of no reason why you shouldn't be married while you are still here," he said, apparently103 missing all the implications of Arthur's speech.
"We—we thought of leaving here—at once," he replied, making an effort that even as he made it seemed gross and brutal104. "In fact I meant—that is, I'm leaving to-day."
Mr Kenyon's keen blue eyes slowly concentrated their gaze with an effect of extraordinary attention on Arthur's face; and as they did so, their lids, which commonly drooped105 so that the iris106 was partly hidden, were lifted until the pupils, completely ringed by white, stared with the cold, intense watchfulness107 of a great bird.
"But that's impossible," he said very quietly.
And indeed it seemed to Arthur quite impossible at that moment to give any reason for his going at such foolishly short notice. Downstairs, or talking to Eleanor, the situation appeared so entirely108 different. Then, this quiet old man, with his deliberate movements, took the shape of a tyrant109, cruel, and malignant110. Here, in this room, he was a stately old gentleman, naturally affronted111 by what was almost an insult.
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Arthur blushed vividly112. "You see, sir," he blurted113 out, with the gaucheness114 of a peccant schoolboy, "I feel rather—as if—if I were wasting my time here—in a way. I don't really want to be ungrateful, you know, although I suppose it must seem like it, but—I'd be awfully glad if you could see your way to letting me off."
"And your promise?" Mr Kenyon asked, still in the same cool, formal voice. "Does that count for nothing with you?"
"I'm sorry, sir. I feel that I can't stay," Arthur looked down again as he spoke115. He found it difficult to meet the stare of those fierce hunting eyes.
"You realise, of course," Mr Kenyon continued, "that this will put an end to your engagement? I could not spare Eleanor."
"She—she wants to go too, sir," Arthur said.
"But she can't," Mr Kenyon replied, in the tone of a man who pronounces an unimpeachable116 judgment117. "If you go, Arthur, you will go alone." Then, with a change of voice, he went on, "But you will alter your mind about this, I am sure. When you come to think it over, you will realise, I hope, how dishonourable it would be for you to leave me, after the bargain we made and the promise you gave me. In any case, take a week to think it all over. Take a month if you like."
Arthur sat in silence for what seemed to him a considerable time after the old man had finished speaking. He was thinking of the rest of the Kenyons downstairs. He had blamed them many times for their weakness, but he understood now how nearly impossible it must have been for them to have done anything but wait, postponing any decision from month to month. He himself, with all their experience behind him, was faltering118; though
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surely he could not be mistaken now in assuming that all this effect of persuasion119 was nothing more than a method. When he was bound—fairly caught in the meshes120 of the net—he would become as all the others had become, an object of indifference, subject now and again to subtle forms of intimidation121, but never to any form of affection. In ten years, he would become like them, and Eleanor....
"No," he said, with sudden determination, jumping to his feet and almost forgetting the person of the old man in front of him. "No! I'm going to-day, and Eleanor goes with me. You have no power to keep her, no sort of authority over her. We have made up our minds."
He had taken a couple of steps up the room as he spoke, and as he concluded he turned and faced his antagonist122, prepared for an outburst, for some tremendous call upon those immense reserves of personality that had hitherto been hidden from him.
But Mr Kenyon was still sitting quietly in his chair, his hands resting on the arms, and the wide-open eyes that had recently gazed with such furious attention at Arthur were now fixed unseeingly upon the opposite wall. He was in one of his "trances," the dreaming god calm, powerful, detached, above all unapproachable, existing in his own world remote from all opposition and argument.
Arthur, tensely braced123 for an encounter, found himself surprisingly without a purchase. The influence of habit made him pause, he stood stock still, waiting tensely for the first signs of the old man's return to consciousness. But as the minutes passed his professional curiosity was aroused. He had never before had an opportunity to observe
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one of these "trances" at close quarters, and he quietly approached the dreamer, looked keenly at him, and began to pass his hand slowly up and down before the staring eyes.
And then in a moment, in one amazing flash of enlightenment, the truth was made clear to him. These "trances" were nothing more than a pose, a deliberate well-practised piece of acting124, brilliant enough to stand any test except this cool, professional observation. For it was clear enough to Arthur that the old man before him was making an effort to keep his gaze fixed on some object beyond the interference of that deliberate testing hand. And that the effort became increasingly difficult to maintain. The effect of rapt contemplation began to break. The old withered125 face suddenly puckered126 into an expression of fierce indignation, his hands first trembled, and then gripped the arms of his chair, and his eyes turned upon Arthur with a look of desperate malignity127.
He was roused at last from his indifference. He was obviously shaking with rage. And, amazingly, he was impotent. The effect of calm power was stripped from him. He was nothing more than a pitiable old man in a furious, senile temper. He tried to speak and could only splutter. He grasped the stick that lay always ready to his hand, and had not the strength to strike more than the feeblest blow with it. Arthur did not even wince128 as that futile129 stroke fell upon his shoulders.
"G-get away—get away," the old man stuttered. "Get out of my house...." With a great effort he raised himself from his chair, his face working, his knees trembling. Again he lifted his stick and feebly struck with it at Arthur. Then his
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knees gave way, and he crumpled130 pitifully, collapsing131 like a broken doll without making the least effort to save himself.
Arthur bent132 over him, lifted him, laid him out on his back, and rapidly unfastened his collar....
There was nothing to be done but get him to bed. He knew that perfectly well. But first he must have help. He jumped up and flung open the door into the ante-room.
"Eleanor," he said in a voice that he found difficult to control, "he has had a stroke. Send some one at once in the car for Fergusson. If he's not at the surgery they must go after him; find him somehow."
Clear and suddenly familiar in his mind, as if it were a tune133 that he had been trying to recall, was a sentence that he had spoken to Hubert a few days earlier:—
"It might break him down if he were badly crossed," he had said.
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