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My master is inquiring into it now, sir, in his study. Mr. Bitterworth and some more are there." Giving his hat to the butler, Lionel Verner opened the study door, and entered. It was at that precise moment when John Massingbird had gone out for Mrs. Roy; so that, as may be said, there was a lull in the proceedings. Mr. Verner looked glad when Lionel appeared.
Compare him to Fred Massingbird! Pshaw!" Mr. Verner did not answer. His face had an aching look upon it, as it leaned out over the top of his stick. Mr. Bitterworth laid his hand upon his friend's knee persuasively. "Do not go out of the world committing an act of injustice; an act, too, that is irreparable, and of which the injustice must last for ever.
Bitterworth was given to speak in plain terms when excited "is this the underhand work of Mrs. Verner?" "Peace, Bitterworth! Mrs. Verner knows nothing of the change. Her surviving son knows nothing of it; John knew nothing of it. They have no idea but that Lionel is still the heir. You should not jump to unjust conclusions.
"But you were near the spot at the time?" "Oh, bad luck to me, I was!" she answered, wringing her hands. "But I know no more how she got into the water nor a child unborn." "Where's the necessity for being put out about it, my good woman?" spoke up Mr. Bitterworth. "If you know nothing, you can't tell it. But you must state what you do know why you were there, what startled you, and such like.
Bitterworth drew his chair nearer to his friend, and, bending towards him, resumed solemnly It would have been his, as you know, had he lived but a month or two longer; your father would not have willed it away from him. After him it would have been Lionel's. Sir Lionel died too soon, and it was left to you; but what injunction from your father accompanied it?
"I cannot tell you," replied Mr. Verner, in a tone of sharp pain. It betrayed to Mr. Bitterworth what sharper pain the step itself must have cost. "It is this which has been on your mind, Verner disturbing your closing years?" "Ay, it is that; nothing else!" wailed Mr. Verner, "nothing else, nothing else!
Bitterworth, an old and intimate friend of Mr. Verner. He was a man of good property, and resided a little beyond Verner's Pride. Others plenty of them had been eager to assist in what they called the investigation, but Mr. Verner had declined. The public investigation would come soon enough, he observed, and that must satisfy them. Mrs.
"Of course she is not to blame according to you, Miss Verner! You were not to blame, were you, when you rejected some one we knew of? Not the least doubt that you will take her part! Young Bitterworth wished to have proposed to you; you sent him away as you send all and refuse to tell me your motive! Very dutiful you are, Decima!" Decima turned away her pale face.
There was no trace of a ghost about then at least, that they could see and they continued their way. In emerging upon the high road, whom should they meet but old Mr. Bitterworth and Lionel, arm in arm. They had been to an evening meeting of the magistrates at Deerham, and were walking home together.
Sometimes I thought he was angry at my remaining so long away; but, if so, he might have given me a hint to return, or have suffered some one else to give it, for he never wrote to me." "Never wrote to you?" repeated Mr. Bitterworth. "Not once, the whole of the time I was away. I wrote to him often; but if he had occasion to send me a message, Mrs. Verner or Fred Massingbird would write it.
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