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She had not studied "Every Man his own Lawyer" quite in vain, although most of the legal technicalities had conveyed nothing whatever to her mind. She did not notice that her question regarding Mr. Glynde had never been answered. Mr. Rigg turned upon her beaming. "I have no will," he answered. "I thought that perhaps you were aware of the existence of one." Mrs. Agar's face lighted up.
Agar's face dropped. In some ways she was a child still, and a childish woman of fifty is as aggravating a creature as walks upon this earth. Dora remembered every word of the interview referred to, while Mrs. Agar had almost forgotten it. It is to the common-minded that common proverbs and sayings of the people apply. Hard words had not the power of breaking anything in Mrs. Agar's being.
Heredity is a strange thing, and one alternately aggrandised and slighted. Blood is a very powerful force, but the little lessons taught in childhood's years bear a wondrous crop of good or evil fruit in later days. Left alone, Arthur Agar's natural tendency was towards good. Probably because he was timid, and goodness seems the safer course.
"And er just call at the fishmonger's as you come back and get a parcel for me, ordered this morning." "Yes, sir," answered the faithful Marks, taking the prescription as if it were a will or a transfer. He knew his part so well that he moved towards the door and opened it as if Mrs. Agar's existence and attendance in the waiting-room were matters of the utmost indifference. "Marks!"
"And why should you be sorry to believe that?" inquired the girl. "I I hardly like to tell you," said Mrs. Agar, in a low voice. Dora waited in silence, without appearing to heed Mrs. Agar's reluctance. "I am afraid, dear," went on the elder lady, when she saw that there was no chance of assistance, "that we have been all sadly mistaken in Jem. He was not all that we thought him."
It would almost seem that Seymour Michael divined his thoughts, at least in part. "There are two reasons," he went on to say, "why absolute secrecy is necessary; first, for Agar's own sake. He is, of course, in disguise. No one suspects that he is there, and that is his only safeguard in the country where he is. Secondly but I want your whole attention, please." "Yes, I am listening."
"I suspect a good many of them get it from us countrymen. In fact, at the last we furnish it all. It all comes out of the ground." "It is a pity that we did not hold on to some of it," said Gordon. The old gentleman glanced at him. "I do not want any of it. My son, Agar's standard was the best: 'neither poverty nor riches. Riches cannot make a gentleman."
But there's more spotted morays around than green ones." "But that's hardly more a fish than a shark is," objected Colin. "Isn't a moray a kind of eel?" "Yes, sir, but an eel's a fish. Leastways so I was always told, when I used to work over at the Aquarium on Agar's Island." "All right," said Colin good-humoredly, "I guess you're in the right about it. Go ahead and tell me about the moray."
The habitual acceptors of hospitality have no objection to crossing the road through the thickest mud. "By their rooms ye shall know them," might well, if profanely, be written large over any college gate. Arthur Agar's rooms were worthy of the man. There was, even on the little stone staircase, a faint odour of pastille or scent spray, or something of feminine suggestion.
More than one enthusiastic disciple of Aesculapius studying at Caius professed to have discovered the evidence of some internal disease in Arthur Agar's distressed eyes; but his complaint was not of the body at all. Presently the necessity for action forced itself upon his understanding, and he rose with a jerk. It is worth noting that his first thought was connected with dress.
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