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Know where the lady is, and you know that the gentleman can't be far off." "Quite true, Jemmy. But how was it Miss Gwilt came to give you so much trouble?" "She's a devilish clever woman," said Bashwood the younger; "that's how it was. She gave us the slip at a milliner's shop. We made it all right with the milliner, and speculated on the chance of her coming back to try on a gown she had ordered.
"May I ask," he began, "if you have been made acquainted with my position here, and if you know why it is that I require your assistance?" Mr. Bashwood still hesitating and still timid, but manifestly relieved by Allan's departure sat further back in his chair, and ventured on fortifying himself with a modest little sip of wine. "Yes, sir," he replied; "Mr.
My question evidently offered him a chance of misleading me, and he has accepted it on the spot. That's enough for me. If I was Mr. Armadale's lawyer, the mystery might be worth investigating. As things are, it's no interest of mine to hunt Mr. Bashwood from one lie to another till I run him to earth at last.
"I tried hard all night to think of a way of making our interview of the next evening safe from discovery, and tried in vain. Even as early as this, I began to feel as if Midwinter's letter had, in some unaccountable manner, stupefied me. "Monday morning made matters worse. News came from my faithful ally, Mr. Bashwood, that Miss Milroy and Armadale had met and become friends again.
Pedgift informed me of all at least I think I may say so of all the circumstances. I am to instruct, or perhaps, I ought to say to advise " "No, Mr. Bashwood; the first word was the best word of the two. I am quite ignorant of the duties which Mr. Armadale's kindness has induced him to intrust to me.
He was roused from his hesitation by the sudden appearance, within the church inclosure, of the driver of the cab. "I'm afraid the old gentleman is going to be taken ill, sir," said the man. Bashwood the younger frowned angrily, and walked back to the cab.
I sat petrified, without moving, without speaking, without hearing a word of what Bashwood was saying to me, and slowly realized the terrible truth. The man whose widow I had claimed to be was a living man to confront me! In vain I had mixed the drink at Naples in vain I had betrayed him into Manuel's hands. Twice I had set the deadly snare for him, and twice Armadale had escaped me!
"Take my advice. Go home and lie down." Mr. Bashwood listened mechanically, with his usual attention, and answered mechanically, with his usual politeness. "Yes, sir," he said, in a low, lost tone, like a man between dreaming and waking; "I'll go home and lie down." "That's right," rejoined the old gentleman, making for the door. "And take a pill, Mr. Bashwood take a pill."
Bashwood gone?" asked Allan. "He has gone," replied Midwinter, "after telling me a very sad story, and leaving me a little ashamed of myself for having doubted him without any just cause. I have arranged that he is to give me my first lesson in the steward's office on Monday morning." "All right," said Allan. "You needn't be afraid, old boy, of my interrupting you over your studies.
"A lady, sir?" he inquired. "Are you looking for a lady?" "I am looking," said Midwinter, simply, "for my wife." "Married, sir!" exclaimed Mr. Bashwood. "Married since I last had the pleasure of seeing you! Might I take the liberty of asking ?" Midwinter's eyes dropped uneasily to the ground. "You knew the lady in former times," he said. "I have married Miss Gwilt."
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