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Sir Patrick Lundie has some evidence in his possession that seriously compromises Mr. Delamayn's case. He has shrunk from producing it hitherto he finds himself forced to produce it now. How is it," asked the lawyer, turning sternly on his client, "that you have left me in the dark?" "I know nothing about it," answered Geoffrey, without lifting his head.
After what my own eyes have seen, after what my own ears have heard, in the next room as God is my witness, I daren't ask you to declare yourself Geoffrey Delamayn's wife!" She answered him in one word. "Blanche!" He shook his head impatiently. "Not even in Blanche's interests! Not even for Blanche's sake! If there is any risk, it is a risk I am ready to run. I hold to my own opinion.
Advancing to meet her, and perceiving that she was a total stranger to him, he assumed that she was, in all probability, a visitor to his wife. "Have I the honor of speaking to a friend of Mrs. Delamayn's?" he asked. "My wife is not at home, I am sorry to say." "I am a stranger to Mrs. Delamayn," the lady answered. "The servant informed me that she had gone out; and that I should find Mr.
As she read the last three words, Anne heard the garden door below opened and banged to again. She caught Hester Dethridge by the arm, and listened. The tramp of Geoffrey's feet, staggering heavily in the passage, gave token of his approach to the stairs. He was talking to himself, still possessed by the delusion that he was at the foot-race. "Five to four on Delamayn. Delamayn's won.
It was close on twelve o'clock when Anne heard the servant's voice, outside her bedroom door, asking leave to speak with her for a moment. "What is it?" "The gentleman down stairs wishes to see you, ma'am." "Do you mean Mr. Delamayn's brother?" "Yes." "Where is Mr. Delamayn?" "Out in the garden, ma'am." Anne went down stairs, and found Julius alone in the drawing-room.
Delamayn's absence from home. "Has Mrs. Glenarm gone out, too?" he asked. "No, Sir." "My compliments. If Mrs. Glenarm has nothing else to do, will she be so kind as to come to me in the music-room?" The servant went away with his message. Julius seated himself on one of the terrace-benches, and began to tune his violin. Mrs.
Delamayn's private affairs, which the rest of us don't possess. Is that conclusion correct?" "Quite correct." "Is what you know about Mr. Delamayn connected with any thing that you know about Miss Silvester?"
There may be reserves of vital force in Mr. Delamayn's constitution which I don't suspect. I am here to learn a lesson not to see a prediction fulfilled. I know his health is broken, and I believe he is going to run this race at his own proper peril. Don't feel too sure beforehand of the event. The event may prove me to be wrong." For the moment Sir Patrick dropped the subject.
This is even more serious than you suppose. Tell me, what under less pressing circumstances I should have no right to ask. Apart from the unexecuted codicil what is Geoffrey Delamayn's position in the will?" "He is not even mentioned in it." "Have you got the will?" Mr. Marchwood unlocked a drawer, and took it out. Sir Patrick instantly rose from his chair.
Do you think I am to blame?" "I will answer your last question first," said Sir Patrick. "Do I think you are to blame? Yes in this way. You committed an act of unpardonable rashness when you consented to go, as Geoffrey Delamayn's messenger, to Miss Silvester at the inn. Having once placed yourself in that false position, you could hardly have acted, afterward, otherwise than you did.
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