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Melrose? hateful cruel tyrannical! when you must silence all that is generous and noble " Her voice failed her. Faversham's lips tightened. They remained looking at each other. Then Faversham rose suddenly. He stooped over her. She heard his voice, hoarse and broken in her ears: "Lydia I love you! I love you with all my heart! and all my strength!
And holding her curly head absurdly high, she went back into the library, which Victoria, Undershaw, and Cyril Boden had just entered. Tatham regretted that he had not made more time to talk with her; to prepare her mind for alternatives. It might have been wiser. But Faversham's summons had been sudden; and his own expectations were so vague! However, there was no time now.
Oh, but I can imagine the letter, full of pretty subtleties, alluring from its omissions, a vexation and a delight from end to end. But this, my friend!" He tossed the letter carelessly upon the table-cloth. "I am grateful from the bottom of my heart, but it has no art." At once Geoffrey Faversham's hand reached out and closed upon the letter. "You have told me why you have read it aloud."
Faversham's tone was already that of a man to some extent disappointed and embittered. "You had always so much more brains than the rest of us," he said cordially. "You'll be all right." "It's not brains that matter nowadays it's money. What do you get by brains? A civil service appointment and a pension of seven hundred a year. What's the good of slaving for that?"
During this extraordinary speech Faversham's countenance had reflected with tolerable clearness the various impressions made by it incredulous or amused astonishment bewilderment deepening gravity coming round again to astonishment. He raised himself in his chair. "You wish to make me your agent the agent for these immense estates?" "I do. I had an excellent agent once twenty years ago.
She had a pleasant, if too grave face, and a certain dignity of bearing. On her entrance, she sat down close to Colonel Faversham's chair, holding him so closely in an uninteresting conversation that he could not pay the slightest attention to Bridget. She, left to her own devices, looked peculiarly charming this afternoon, in a new hat, which Carrissima knew must have cost quite five guineas.
Supposing he were suddenly to fall ill and die what would happen to the house and its collections, or to the immense fortune, the proportions of which the new agent was now slowly beginning to appreciate? All sorts of questions with regard to the vanished wife and child were now rising insistently in Faversham's mind. Were they really dead, and if so, how and where?
"There had been a quarrel?" He gave her in outline the contents of Undershaw's letter. "He still inherits?" Her eyes, shone as he came to the climax of the story Faversham's refusal of the gems Melrose's threat. The trembling of her delicate mouth urged him for more and yet more light. "Everything land, money, collections under the will made in August.
"I propose to instruct our solicitors at once." Victoria read hastily. The writing was Faversham's. But the mind expressed was Melrose's. Victoria read him in every line. She believed the letter to have been simply dictated. "DEAR LORD TATHAM: "I have laid Mrs. Melrose's statement before Mr. Melrose.
Colonel Faversham's face wore a gloomy expression. He was annoyed because Bridget had not been introduced to Mrs. Reynolds, and in considerable pain from the increasing rheumatism in his knee joint. In the midst of his old friend's monologue, Knight announced "Mr. Clynesworth." "Good-afternoon, Jimmy," cried Carrissima, rising promptly from her chair. "How nice and surprising of you to come!"
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