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And I thought to myself, as I went out, of what Shakespeare says somewhere, 'Lord, what fools we mortals be! "Have I anything more to tell you before I leave off? Only one thing that I can remember. "That wretched old Bashwood has confirmed the fears I told you I had about him when he was brought back here from London.
Bashwood the younger started back a step. "After all I have told you?" he asked, in the blankest astonishment. "After all you have told me." "With the chance of being poisoned, the first time you happened to offend her?" "With the chance of being poisoned," answered Mr. Bashwood, "in four-and-twenty hours."
I went into his study, and wrote a line preparing him for the news I had brought with me, which I sealed up, with Armadale's letter, in an envelope, to await his return. Having told the servant I would call again in an hour, I left the place. "It was useless to go back to my lodgings and speak to Bashwood, until I knew first what the doctor meant to do.
I called Bashwood back to me and gave him my hand. "'You have done me a service, I said, 'which makes us closer friends than ever. I shall say more about this, and about other matters of some interest to both of us, later in the day. I want you now to lend me Mr. Will you do that for me, Mr. Bashwood? "He would do anything I asked him, he said.
Out with it, whatever it is, at the quickest possible rate, and in the fewest possible words." These preliminary directions, bluntly but not at all unkindly spoken, rather increased than diminished the painful agitation under which Mr. Bashwood was suffering.
Bashwood; I give such long lessons, and I get all my pupils' music half-price." She suddenly dropped her voice again, and looked him brightly into instant subjection. "Don't let Mr. Armadale out of your sight to-morrow! If that girl manages to speak to him, and if I don't hear of it, I'll frighten you to death. If I do hear of it, I'll kiss you! Hush!
He took a turn backward and forward before the door. The vaguely terrible suspicion which had risen in his mind at the terminus had forced itself by this time into a definite form which was abhorrent to him. Without the shadow of an assignable reason for it, he found himself blindly distrusting his wife's fidelity, and blindly suspecting Mr. Bashwood of serving her in the capacity of go-between.
Bashwood caught eagerly at the last suggestion, pushing his retreat, while he spoke, as far as the front door. "Yes, sir oh, yes, yes! nobody better than Mr. Pedgift. Don't pray don't disturb Mr. Armadale!" His watery eyes looked quite wild with nervous alarm as he turned round for a moment in the light of the hall lamp to make that polite request.
"He has been kindly waiting here, night after night, to meet me, and break the news to me." Midwinter paused once more. The attempt to reconcile the conclusion he had drawn from his wife's conduct with the discovery that Allan was the man for whose arrival Mr. Bashwood had been waiting was hopeless.
Her hand began to tremble violently as she fed the funnel for the fourth time. The fear of her husband was back again in her heart. What if some noise disturbed him before the sixth Pouring? She looked up and down the corridor. The end room, in which Mr. Bashwood had been concealed, offered itself to her as a place of refuge. "I might go in there!" she thought. "Has he left the key?"
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