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"Not for him, Tom, for myself!" moaned Elsley. "For neither, dear lad! Let bygones be bygones, and do you be a new man, and go home to Mrs. Vavasour." "Never, never, never, never, never, never!" shrieked Elsley like a baby, every word increasing in intensity, till the whole house rang; and then threw himself into the crazy chair, and dashed his head between his hands upon the table.
Valencia's eyes could not help glancing at Elsley, who had wandered away to the neighbouring brook, and was gazing with all his eyes upon a ferny rock, having left Lucia to help Claude with his photographing. Frank saw her look, and read its meaning; and answered her thoughts, perhaps too hastily. "And what a really well-read and agreeable man he is, all the while!
But here we are you go up first!" They found Elsley crouched up over the empty grate, his head in his hands, and a few scraps of paper by him, on which he had been trying to scribble. He did not look up as they came in, but gave a sort of impatient half-turn, as if angry at being disturbed. Tom was about to announce the banker; but he announced himself.
"And if you don't choose to appear sane," said Naylor, "you must not be surprised if we treat you as men are treated who you understand me." Elsley was silent awhile; his rage, finding itself impotent, subsided into dark cunning.
And Tom took his arm, and walked him quietly down into the street. "If you ever go up those kennel-stairs again, friend," said he to himself, "my name's not Tom Thurnall." They walked to a gunsmith's shop in the Strand, where Tom had often dealt, and sold the pistols for some three pounds. "Now then let's go into 333, and get a mutton chop." "No." Elsley was too shy; he was "not fit to be seen."
But he is so improved since then; he is like an elder brother to Scoutbush; guides him in everything. I call him the blind man, and the major his dog!" "So much the worse," thought Elsley, who disliked the notion of Campbell's having power over a man to whom he was indebted for his house-room: but by this time they were at Mrs. Harvey's door. Mrs.
But Elsley, alas for him, had neglected Lucia himself, and therefore dreaded comparison with any other man; and the suspicions which had taken root in him at Aberalva grew into ugly shape and strength. However he was silent, and contented himself with coldness and all but rudeness. There were excuses for him.
And the little fellow laughed so good-naturedly, that Elsley could not help liking him: and feeling that he would be both a fool, and cruel to his family, if he refused so good an offer, he gave in to the scheme, and went out to arrange matters: while Scoutbush went out into the hall with Campbell, and scrambled into his pea-jacket, to go off to the yacht that moment.
'Well, good night good night! said Ancrum, and seemed to be looking at the clock uneasily. 'Come again, Davy, and I dare say I shall struggle up to you. At that moment the door opened, and, in spite of a hasty shout from Ancrum, which she did not or would not understand, Mrs. Elsley, his landlady, came into the room, bearing his supper.
"One spice of danger, and he's himself again, and will overawe the poor cur by mere civility. I was afraid of some abject methodist parson humility, which would give the other party a handle." Elsley heard him with a stupefied look, like that of a trapped wild beast, in which rage, shame, suspicion, and fear, were mingled with the vacant glare of the opium-eater's eye.
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