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Two twenty-fives would be enough for a day like this, I think." Kennedy consulted with Jimmy Silver, who came up at this moment, and they agreed without argument that twenty-five minutes each way would be the very thing. "Where are your men?" asked Jimmy. "I've got all our chaps out here, bar Challis, who'll be out in a few minutes. I left him almost changed."
A spear of April sunshine had pierced the load of cloud towards the west, and the bank of wood behind them gave shelter from the cold wind that had blown fiercely all the afternoon. "It is a fine prospect," said Challis, with a sweep of his hand. "I sometimes feel, Lewes, that we are over-intent on our own little narrow interests.
Something Challis has told me; something I have learned for myself; and there is something which has come to me from an unknown source. But here again we are confronted with the original difficulty the difficulty that for some conceptions there is no verbal figure.
Not even his blunt reference to Challis Wrandall's connection with the affair found a vulnerable spot in her armour. "I shan't give it up, Sara," he said, at the end of his earnest harangue against the palpably unfair stand both she and Hetty were taking. "I mean to harass you, if you please, until I get what I'm after. It is of the most vital importance to me.
On the Common a faint green is coming again like a mist among the ash-trees, while the oak is still dead and bare. Last year the oak came first. They say we shall have a wet summer. Challis led the way to the library; Lewes, petulant and mutinous, hung in the rear. The Wonder toddled forward, unabashed, to enter his new world. On the threshold, however, he paused.
Challis had always been the wild, wayward, unrestrained one, and by far the most lovable; Leslie, almost as good looking but with scarcely a noticeable trace of the charm that made his brother attractive; Vivian, handsome, selfish and as cheerless as the wind that blows across the icebergs in the north.
Seventeen unnecessary years of proscription remained, and he had not intended them for Sara ALONE. He was not afraid of Sara, but for her. When the will was read and the condition revealed, Challis Wrandall took it in perfect good humour. He had the grace to proclaim in the bosom of his father's family that the old gentleman was a father-in-law to be proud of.
Somehow she felt that he was about to mention the name of the woman he suspected, and it seemed to her that her heart stood still during the moment of suspense. He lifted his eyes to her face. She saw something in them that set her to trembling. "Why not be fair with me, Sara?" he asked calmly. She stared at him, transfixed. "Who killed Challis Wrandall?"
"But you cannot confine a child in an asylum on those grounds," he said; "the law does not permit it." "The Church is above the law," replied Crashaw. "Not in these days," said Challis; "it is by law established!" Crashaw began to speak again, but Challis waved him down. "Quite, quite. I see your point," he said, "but I must see this child myself. Believe me, I will see what can be done.
I may have classed it as a freakish pedantry, the result of an unprecedented memory. Mrs. Berridge had much information to impart on the subject of Henry Challis. He was her husband's landlord, of course, and his was a hallowed name, to be spoken with decency and respect. I am afraid I shocked Mrs. Berridge at the outset by my casual "Who's this man Challis?"
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