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He went every day to the cottage, and he bore himself in no manner like a rejected lover. He was indeed very hopeful as to the issue of his wooing. He knew that Marian Nowell's heart was free, that there was no rival image to be displaced before his own could reign there, and he thought that it must go hard with him if he did not win her love.
I suppose even you have not been told who her father and mother were." "I know quite enough about them. Captain Sedgewick has been candour itself upon the subject." "And are the father and mother both dead?" "Miss Nowell's mother has been dead many years." "And her father?" "Captain Sedgewick does not know whether he is dead or living." "Ah!" exclaimed Mrs.
"And this man is your friend. You must know whether he is worthy to be Marian Nowell's husband. The circumstances of her life do not seem to me favourable to happiness, so far as I have been able to discover them; nor did I think her looking happy when we met. But I should be glad to know that she has not fallen into bad hands." "And I suppose by this time your feelings have cooled down a little.
But of course my first duty, as well as my most ardent desire, is to find Marian; and for this purpose I shall come back to England by the first steamer that will convey me, leaving Mr. Nowell's punishment to the chances of the future. My dear girl's property, as well as herself, will be best protected by my presence in England."
Holbrook." Yes, it was Marian. She whom Gilbert Fenton had sought so long and patiently, with doubt and anguish in his heart; she whose double John Saltram had followed across the Atlantic, had been within easy reach of them all the time, hidden away in that dreary old farm-house, the innocent victim of Percival Nowell's treachery, and Stephen Whitelaw's greed of gain.
"I should like to see this young lady before I go up to Mr. Nowell's room," he said presently. "Will you step upstairs and ask her to come down to me?" "I can go if you wish, but I don't suppose she'll leave the old gentleman." "Never mind what you suppose. Tell her that I wish to say a few words to her upon particular business."
The orders were obeyed, and Mistress Nutter led the way through the now wide-opened gates; her slow and majestic march by no means accelerated by the drenching shower. What Roger Nowell's sensations were at following her in such a way, after his previous threats and boastings, may be easily conceived.
"I will see John Saltram to-day, and there shall be an explanation between us. I will be his dupe and fool no longer. I will get at the truth somehow." Gilbert Fenton said very little more to the lawyer, who seemed by no means sorry to get rid of him. But at the door of the office he paused. "You did not tell me the names of the executors to Jacob Nowell's will," he said.
There is no excuse for what I did; I know that better than you can know it. A man in my position, who had a spark of generosity or honour, would have strangled his miserable passion in its birth, would have gone away directly he discovered his folly, and never looked upon Marian Nowell's face again. I did try to do that, Gilbert.
Is the name quite strange to yourself?" "Entirely strange." "And this Mr. Holbrook is now Miss Nowell's husband? and you want to know who he is? With what end?" "I want to find the man who has done me the deadliest wrong one man can do another." "My dear fellow, don't you see that it is fate, and not Mr. Holbrook, that has done you this wrong?
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