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'I shall write to Armitstead this afternoon and ask him, if he possibly can, to come to-morrow afternoon, instead of Monday, and take the service. Catherine's hands clasped each other still more closely. So then she had heard her husband's voice for the last time in the public ministry of the Church, in prayer, in exhortation, in benediction!
We may quote a passage or two from some letters of his written at this time to that young Armitstead who had taken his place at Murewell, and was still there till Mowbray Elsmere should appoint a new man. Armitstead had been a college friend of Elsmere's.
"Well what is it?" demanded Mr. Pawle. Mr. Van Hoeren leaned forward and looked from one face to another. "Ashton," he said, "was carrying a big diamond about in his pocketbook!" Mr. Armitstead let a slight exclamation escape his lips. Viner glanced at Mr. Pawle. And Mr. Pawle fastened his eyes on his latest caller. "Mr. Ashton was carrying a big diamond about in his pocketbook?" he said.
But he told me that, as far as he was aware, he had no close relations living, and when I suggested to him that he ought to go down to Lancashire and look up old scenes and old friends, he replied that he'd no intention of doing so he must, he said, have been completely forgotten in his native place by this time." "Did he tell you what his native place was, Mr. Armitstead?" asked Mr.
"He was certainly a man of great distinction of manner," declared Mr. Armitstead. "He had the air and bearing of well, of a personage. I should say he was somebody you know what I mean a man of superior position, and so on." "Viner," exclaimed Mr. Pawle, "that man must be found! There must be people in London who saw him that night. People can't disappear like that.
'You say, he wrote again, in another connection, to Armitstead from Milan, 'you say you think my later letters have been far too aggressive and positive. I, too, am astonished at myself. I do not know my own mood, it is so clear, so sharp, so combative.
All through the innumerable bitternesses which accompanied Elsmere's withdrawal from Murewell the letters which followed them, the remonstrances of public and private friends, the paragraphs which found their way, do what they would, into the newspapers the pain of deserting, as it seemed to her, certain poor and helpless folk who had been taught to look to her and Robert, and whose bewildered lamentations came to them through young Armitstead through all this she held her peace; she did her best to soften Robert's grief; she never once reproached him with her own.
He was talking very volubly as they passed me the other man was listening with evident attention." "Would you know the man if you saw him again?" asked Viner. "I should most certainly know him if I saw him dressed and muffled in the same way," asserted Mr. Armitstead. "And I believe I could recognize him from his eyes which, indeed, were all that I could really see of him.
Pawle. "This is Mr. Viner, who gave evidence in the case you want to see me about. You can speak freely before him. What is it you have to say, Mr. Armitstead?" "Not, perhaps, very much, but it may be of use," answered the visitor.
In Switzerland and Italy, when his wife's gentle inexorable silence became too oppressive to him, Robert would pour himself out in letters to Armitstead, and the correspondence did not altogether cease with his return to London. To the squire during the same period Elsmere also wrote frequently, but rarely or never on religious matters.
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