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'It has been suggested to me, do you know, she said when her own works had been at last disposed of, 'that your "Illusion" would make such an admirable play; the central motive really so dramatic. Of course one would have to leave the philosophy out, and all the beautiful reflections, but the story would be left. Have you ever thought of dramatising it yourself, Mr. Ashburn? Mark had not.
Holroyd's manner was less harsh and contemptuous when he next spoke: 'It's no use, Ashburn, he said firmly; 'it's too late for all that now you must accept it! 'I shall not, said Mark again. 'I've been a scoundrel, I know, but I'll be one no longer; I'll tell the truth and give you back your own. I will do what's right at last! 'Not in that way, said Vincent; 'I forbid it.
"I shall not take any newspaper this year," replied Ashburn. "Not take a newspaper, Mr. Ashburn!" said the postmaster, with a look and in a tone of surprise. "No. I must retrench. I must cut off all superfluous expenses. And I believe I can do without a newspaper as well as any thing else. It's a mere luxury; though a very pleasant one, I own, but still dispensable."
Ashburn felt less like an owl who had accidentally hatched a cherub, than he had done lately, and his wife considered that a snare and a pitfall had been removed from her son's path. Cuthbert thought his elder brother a fool, but probably had never felt more amiable towards him, while Martha wondered aloud how her sister-in-law liked it a speculation which employed her mind not unpleasantly.
'Ashburn, my dear fellow, he began, as they walked on together, 'I hope you won't think me impertinent, but I couldn't help seeing the writing on that envelope, and it seems to me I knew it once, and yet do you mind telling me if it's from any one I know? Mark would of course have preferred to say nothing, but it seemed best on the whole to avoid suspicion by telling the truth.
"So I see, friend Ashburn, that, like me, you are content to take the first advance of the market, instead of running the risk of a decline for a further rise in prices. What did you get for your wheat?" "I sold for ninety cents." "Ninety cents!" exclaimed the neighbour. "Surely you didn't sell for that?" "I certainly did.
Mrs. Ashburn gave a tragic groan and shook her head: to her a young man who was capable of writing novels was lost; she had a wholesome horror of all fiction, having come from a race of Dissenters of the strict old-fashioned class, whose prejudices her hard dull nature had retained in all their strength.
'It isn't that, said Dolly, with a shudder; 'but he said if I told anyone they would have to send me to prison. 'Who dared to tell you a wicked lie like that? said Mark indignantly, all the manhood in him roused by the stupid cruelty of it. 'It wasn't Colin, was it, Dolly? 'No, not Colin; it was Harold Harold Caffyn. Oh, Mr. Ashburn, she said, with a sudden gleam of hope, 'wasn't it true?
"It is Joseph!" he cried, in a voice the relief of which was so marked that Cynthia noticed it. And with that exclamation he flung past them, and out through the doorway to meet his brother so opportunely returned. He reached the terrace steps as the coach pulled up, and the lean figure of Joseph Ashburn emerged from it.
Ashburn, the last lodger, had gone away for good, and had left no address, saying he would write or call for his letters. Holroyd could not be at ease until he had satisfied himself that his friend had been true to him.
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