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Come down to me as soon as you can. I am waiting to speak to you." When I joined him in the garden, I saw directly that something had gone wrong. "Bad news from Browndown?" I asked. "Nugent has disappointed me," he answered. "Do you remember the evening when you met me after my consultation with Mr. Sebright?" "Perfectly."
Having accomplished this act of magnanimity, I took advantage of the first opportunity to change the subject. The most tiresome information that I am acquainted with, is the information which tells us of the virtues of an absent person when that absent person happens to be a stranger. "Is it true that you have taken Browndown for six months?" I asked. "Are you really going to settle at Dimchurch?"
With that reply, I told the rector in as few words as possible how my visit to Browndown had ended. Mr. Finch looked at his letter. All those pages of eloquence written for nothing? No! In the nature of things, that could not possibly be. "You have done very well, Madame Pratolungo," he remarked, in his most patronizing manner. "Very well indeed, all things considered.
Oh, Lucilla! my brother is coming to stay with me at Browndown!" He caught her in his arms, and kissed her, in the first rapture of receiving that welcome news. She forced herself away from him without answering a word. She turned her poor blind face round and round, in the search for me. "Here I am!" I said. She roughly and angrily put her arm in mine.
We went on whirling, for all that, until we were both out of breath. Nothing short of downright exhaustion could tame Lucilla. As for me, I am, I sincerely believe, the rashest person of my age now in existence. There was a private interview at Browndown, later on that day, between Oscar and Reverend Finch. Of what passed on that occasion, I was not informed.
"I must be by myself," he said. After considering a little, he added a question. "Has Nugent gone to Browndown?" "No. Nugent has been seen walking towards the hills." He took my hand again. "Be merciful to me," he said. "Let me go." "Home? To Browndown?" "Yes." "Let me go with you." He shook his head. "Forgive me. You shall hear from me later in the day."
The reckless, shameless composure with which he said that, began to set me against him once more. The perpetual shifts and contradictions in him, bewildered and irritated me. Quicksilver itself seemed to be less slippery to lay hold of than this man. "Do you remember the day," he asked, "when Lucilla lost her temper, and received you so rudely at your visit to Browndown?"
Whatever you said to Herr Grosse was quite useless; he entirely ignored your personal point of view." "Madame Pratolungo !" "He found Lucilla dangerously agitated by her separation from Oscar: he asserted, what he calls, his professional freedom of action." "Madame Pratolungo !" "You persisted in closing your doors to Nugent Dubourg. He persisted, on his side and took Lucilla to Browndown." Mr.
If I ever yet set my two eyes on a man thoroughly frightened, Reverend Finch was that man. "Do you anticipate danger?" he inquired. "Is it your opinion that criminal persons are in, or near, the house?" "It is my opinion that there is not a moment to be lost," I answered. "We must go to Browndown; and we must get what help we can on the way."
"There is my duty towards Nugent as I see it. "What I have decided on you now know. What I have done can be told in two words. I have left Browndown for ever. "Perhaps, when years have passed, and when their children are growing up round them, I may see Lucilla again, and may take as the hand of my sister, the hand of the beloved woman who might once have been my wife. This may happen, if I live.
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