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Ashleigh, who returned in haste, summoned Dr. Jones, and dismissed myself. "I could not have conceived Mrs. Ashleigh to be so utterly wanting in common-sense," said I. "She talked rationally enough when I saw her." "She has common-sense in general, and plenty of the sense most common," answered Mrs.
The World, in its gentlest mood of indulgence, will say compassionately, 'Poor man! how weak, and how deceived! What an unfortunate marriage! But the World is not often indulgent, it looks most to the motives most seen on the surface. And the World will more frequently say, 'No; much too clever a man to be duped! Miss Ashleigh had money.
Conquer this sentiment, fancy, passion, whatever it be. And I will advise Mrs. Ashleigh to take Lilian to town. Shall it be so settled?" I could not speak. I buried my face in my hands-misery, misery, desolation! I know not how long I remained thus silent, perhaps many minutes.
The other, without a doubt, was Quest." French turned swiftly towards the Professor. "You hear what this man says?" he exclaimed. "Mr. Ashleigh, you're fooling me! You entered this house with Sanford Quest. You must tell us where he is hiding." The Professor knocked the ash from his cigar and replaced it in his mouth. His clasped hands rested in front of him.
Ashleigh as her mother; but me, as Allen Fenwick, her betrothed, her bridegroom, no! Once or twice she spoke to me of her beloved as of a stranger to myself, and asked me not to deceive her should she ever see him again? There was one change in this new phase of her state that wounded me to the quick.
So there was much negotiation, and, since then, Ashleigh Sumner has come into the Haughton property, on poor Sir James's decease; so that complicated all affairs between Mr. Vigors and Lady Haughton, and he has just been to Brighton to see her. And poor Lady Haughton, in short, wants me and Lilian to go and visit her. I don't like it at all.
So the days glided by, and brought the eve of our bridal morn. Ashleigh to await our return at the little inn. My hand came upon Margrave's wand, and remembering that strange thrill which had passed through me when I last handled it, I drew it forth, resolved to examine calmly if I could detect the cause of the sensation.
I heard Lilian sigh; I looked towards her furtively; tears stood in her softened eyes; her lip was quivering. Presently, she began to rub her right hand over the left over the wedding-ring at first slowly; then with quicker movement. "It is not here," she said impatiently; "it is not here!" "What is not here?" asked Mrs. Ashleigh, hanging over her.
I had listened with vague terror, and with more than one exclamation of amazement, to descriptions which brought Lilian Ashleigh before me; and I now sat mute, bewildered, breathless, gazing upon Margrave, and rejoicing that, at least, Lilian he had never seen. He returned my own gaze steadily, searchingly, and then, breaking into a slight laugh, resumed: "You call my word 'Pythoness' affected.
"Besides, you must remember that it was really through her that the man was brought to justice." "I harbour no ill-feelings towards the girl," Lord Ashleigh replied. "Nevertheless, the sight of her for a moment was disconcerting.... I would not have stopped you just now, Mr. Quest, but my brother is very anxious to renew his acquaintance with you. I think you met years ago."
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