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To represent Bennydeck as being "tired of the sea," and as being willing to try, in place of the breezy Channel, the air of a suburb of London, was to make excuses too perfectly futile and absurd to deceive any one who knew the Captain.
Forced to choose between these alternatives, her true regard for Bennydeck forbade her to think of herself, and encouraged her to wait for him. As he came nearer, she saw anxiety in his face and observed an open letter in his hand. He smiled as he approached her, and asked leave to take a chair at her side.
You may imagine how happy we are." "And how grateful to God!" The Captain said those words in tones that trembled speaking to himself. Randal was conscious of feeling a momentary embarrassment. The character of his visitor had presented itself in a new light. Captain Bennydeck looked at him understood him and returned to the subject of his travels.
Herbert had been reading a rival journal, devoted to the interests of Society in which the report of Mrs. Norman's marriage was repeated, with this difference, that it boldly alluded to Captain Bennydeck by name. "Did Malcolm give you this?" Randal asked. "Yes; he and the servant next door subscribe to take it in; and Malcolm thought it might amuse me.
"I met one person who interested me," he said, with weary resignation. Mrs. Presty smiled. "A woman, of course!" "A man," Randal answered; "a guest like myself at a club dinner." "Who is he?" "Captain Bennydeck." "In the army?" "No: formerly in the navy." "And you and he had a long talk together?" Randal's tones began to betray irritation. "No," he said "the Captain went away early." Mrs.
Bennydeck waited, unobserved, until he saw her enter the sitting-room. No such explanation as he was in search of could possibly take place in the presence of Catherine's mother. He returned to the garden. Mrs. Presty was in high spirits.
With that outburst of temper, she took the letter to Bennydeck. In less than a minute she returned, a tamed woman. "He frightens me," she said. "Is he angry?" "No and that is the worst of it. When men are angry, I am never afraid of them. He's quiet, too quiet. He said: 'I'm waiting for Mr. Herbert Linley; where is he? I said.
I wonder what you would have done when Captain Bennydeck paid us a visit at the seaside? He was introduced to Mrs. Norman, and to Mrs. Norman's little girl, and we were all charmed with him. When he and I happened to be left together he naturally wondered, after having seen the beautiful wife, where the lucky husband might be. If he had asked you about Mr. Norman, how would you have answered him?"
At the further end of the path which led to the hotel, he thought he saw a figure in the twilight, approaching from the house. There would be help near, if Catherine wanted it. His uneasy mind was in some degree relieved, as he and Kitty left the garden together. She tried to think of Bennydeck. Her eyes followed him as long as he was in sight, but her thoughts wandered.
"And yet you said just now that you had something to repent of?" "I was not thinking of my husband, Captain Bennydeck, when I said that. If I have injured any person, the person is myself." She was thinking of that fatal concession to the advice of her mother, and to the interests of her child, which placed her in a false position toward the honest man who loved her and trusted her.
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