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'He's come to ask me to help him to get a place, he said. 'I don't know very well how to set about it, but I suppose I must do something. He promises to take the pledge. 'That will be a good thing, Adela replied. 'Good if he keeps it. But I can't talk to him; I'm sick of doing so. And I don't think he even listens to me. He hesitated. 'Do you think you would you mind speaking to him?
'You must believe of me what you like, Adela replied in a slow, subdued voice. 'My word would be vain against that of my accuser, whoever it is. 'Your accuser, as you say, happened not only to see you, but to hear you talking. He waited for her surrender before this evidence. Instead of that Adela smiled. 'If my words were reported to you, what fault have you to find with me?
It looked as if the present evening was to be a stormy one. Adela noted the presage and allowed herself a protest in limine. 'Alfred, I do hope you won't go on in this way whilst Letty is here. You mayn't think it, but you pain her very much. 'Pain her! It's her education. She's had none yet, no more than you have. It's time you both began to learn.
At lunch she was almost silent, but Alice, happening to glance at her, experienced a surprise; she had never seen Adela so beautiful and so calmly bright. After lunch she attired herself for walking, and went to the village to see her mother. Lest Mrs. Waltham should be lonely, it had been arranged that Alfred should come home every evening, instead of once a week.
Other women had drawn his eyes, had captured him with the love of a day; but the deep still affection which is independent of moods and impressions flowed ever towards Adela. As easily could he have become indifferent to his mother as to Adela.
It occurred to him once at dinner time that there were sundry delicacies which he knew by name but had never tasted; forthwith he gave orders that these delicacies should be supplied to him, and so there appeared upon his breakfast table a pate de foie gras. Very similar in kind was his desire to possess Adela Waltham.
Was she plotting to transport them all to her horrible Prince's Gate? Of one thing at any rate Adela was certain: her father, at that moment alone in the dining-room with Godfrey, pretending to drink another glass of wine to make time, was coming to the point, was telling the news. When they reappeared they both, to her eyes, looked unnatural: the news had been told.
Margery had made her own private use of one of Mr. Restall's invitation cards. She might have serious reasons for pushing caution to its last extreme. Cosway looked at her significantly. "The least I can do is not to be indiscreet," he whispered and left her. He turned into a side walk; and there he met Adela at last! It seemed like a fatality.
"What is the prescription?" said Adela, quite quietly, as Mrs. Cathcart approached the bed, apparently trying to decipher it. "I am glad to see you so much calmer, my dear. You must not excite yourself. The prescription? I cannot make it out. Doctors do write so badly. I suppose they consider it professional." "They consider a good many things professional which are only stupid. Let me see it."
This scarlet woman, this meteor from hell flashing before the delighted eyes of men, she, then, had bound Hubert for ever in her toils; no release for him now, no ransom to eternity. No instant's doubt of the news came to Adela; in her eyes imprimatur was the guarantee of truth. She strove to picture the face which had drawn Hubert to his doom. It must be lovely beyond compare.
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