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He stood up, hesitated a moment, and offered his hand, which Northway took without raising his eyes. "I shall walk on into Clifton; so here we say good-bye for the present. A week or ten days." "I suppose you won't alter your mind, Mr. Mr. Marks?" "Not the least fear of that. I have a public duty to discharge." So speaking, and with a peculiar smile on his lips, Glazzard walked away.
Arthur James Northway reached London in a mood of imperfect satisfaction. On the principle that half a cake was better than nothing, he might congratulate himself that he carried in his pocket-book banknotes to the value of five hundred pounds; but it was a bitter necessity that had forbidden his exacting more.
Wade regarded him with contemptuous amusement, but was careful to show nothing of this; her face and tone as she greeted him expressed more than civility all but deference. "Will you do me the kindness to enter for a few minutes, Mr. Northway?" He doffed his hat, smiled sourly, and followed her into the little dining-room. But as she was closing the door, he interfered.
Northway shuffled, sucked in his cheeks, and spoke in as civil a tone as he could command. "There are difficulties, I know. I don't ask her to come at once and live with me. I couldn't expect that. But I am determined she sha'n't go back to Mr. Quarrier. I have a right to forbid it." "Indeed abstractly speaking I think you have," murmured Mrs. Wade, with a glance towards the door.
At the Academy, accordingly, the test should be applied. It was all a fabrication; Northway, laying some new plot, might already know Glazzard by sight. But the latter should be put on his guard, and Mrs. Wade should then be taught that henceforth she was forbidden to concern herself with his Quarrier's affairs. He went home and passed a cheerless time until the next morning.
He desired to know how it was that a public man had succeeded in deceiving all his friends in such an affair as that of his marriage, and put various other questions, which reminded Glazzard how raw a hand he was at elaborate artifice. Whilst the discussion was going on, Northway took from his pocket an envelope, and from the envelope drew a small photograph.
You'll hear his answer. And in this way, by-the-bye, you could dispense with telling the magistrate that you have seen your wife. Produce the portrait in Court, and declare that it has been recognized by people in the town." Northway appeared content. "Well, that sounds better. And what am I to do after speaking to the magistrate?"
If you knew she had not broken the law, you would have no excuse for going into Court, you see." Northway pondered the matter, clicking with his tongue. "You remember, I hope," pursued Glazzard, "all I told you at Clifton about the position of these people?" "Yes, I remember. How long have they been together?" "About two years." "Has she a child?" "No. Now, are you disposed to serve me?
He ended with much mental objurgation, which swelled his throat. "You can't compensate a man," returned Northway, "for an injury of this kind." "Strictly speaking, no. But as it can't be helped as I wronged you without knowing you I think I may reasonably offer to do you whatever good turn is in my power. Please to tell me one thing. Have you spoken to any one except Mrs.
Well, the girls and their aunt went to spend a day at Weston, and on the boat they somehow made acquaintance with a young man named Northway. That means, of course, he made up to them, and the aunt was idiot enough to let him keep talking. He stuck by them all day, and accompanied them back to Bristol. Pah! it sickens me to tell the story!"
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