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Prendergast, "and I can only say that I did so to the best of my poor judgment." "It was a difficult crisis in which to act," said Mr. Die, assenting. "But why is all this brought up now?" asked Herbert. "Festina lente," said Mr. Die; "lente, lente, lente; always lente. The more haste we make in trying to understand each other, with the less speed shall we arrive at that object." "What is it, Mr.
Captain Donnellan, as he employed himself on the broiled bones, twice invited Mr. Prendergast to assist him; but in vain. Donnellan remained there, waiting for Owen, till eleven; and then got on his horse. "You'll tell Fitzgerald, will you, that I've started? He'll see nothing of to-day's hunt; that's clear." "I don't think he will," said Mr. Prendergast. "I don't think he will," said Mr.
Prendergast had asked but few questions, never going into the matter of his, Mollett's, pecuniary connexion with Sir Thomas; but there had always been that in the lawyer's eye which had frightened the miscreant, which had quelled his bluster as soon as it was assumed, and had told him that he was known for a blackguard and a scoundrel.
Prendergast had a tolerably strong opinion of his own. The dinner was very good, though by no means showy, as might have been expected in a house in Bloomsbury Square and the wine excellent, as might have been expected in any house inhabited by Mr. Prendergast.
"We are in your hands, I suppose, Mr. Prendergast?" "I can only act as my judgment directs me." "And who is to tell her?" This he asked with a shudder, and almost in a whisper. The very idea of undertaking such a duty seemed almost too much for him.
But there was another point of view at which Mr. Prendergast had looked from the commencement, but at which he could not get Sir Thomas to look at all. It certainly was necessary that the whole truth in this matter should be made known and declared openly. This fair inheritance must go to the right owner and not to the wrong.
And then when men accused him of being dilatory by premeditation, he would say no, he had always recommended despatch. "Festina," he would say; "festina" by all means; but "festina lente." The doctrine had at any rate thriven with the teacher, for Mr. Die had amassed a large fortune. Herbert at once saw that Mr. Prendergast was a little fluttered.
Prendergast take in; but the fact which his eye took in with its keenest glance was this, that on the other side of the fire to that on which sat Mrs. Mary Swan, there was a second arm-chair standing close over the fender, an ordinary old mahogany chair, in which it was evident that the younger woman had not been sitting.
Miss Alice Prendergast is doing something delicate with a crochet-hook, but it is obvious that her thoughts are far away. She sighs at intervals, and occasionally lays down her work and presses both hands to her heart. A sympathetic audience will have no difficulty in guessing that she is in love.
There was a table, with forms printed 'Indian Telegraphs, and the usual bottle of thickened ink and pair of rusty pens. She sat down to her intention as if she dared not let it cool; she wrote her message swiftly, she had worded it on the way. 'To Mrs. Innes, Dak Bungalow, Solon. 'From M. Anderson, Simla. 'Frederick Prendergast died on January 7th, at Sing Sing.
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