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At this moment young George and Increase Cordery came past the far corner of the house with their team, their harness-chains jingling as they rode afield. At sight of them a strong temptation assailed Ruth, but she thrust it from her. "Sir" she steadied her voice "bethink you, please, that I have only to lift a hand and those two, with their brothers, will drag you through the farm pond."
23rd. Up, and at the office busy all the morning. At noon dined alone, my wife and mother being gone by invitation to dine with my mother's old servant Mr. Cordery, who made them very welcome. So to Mr. Povy's, where after a little discourse about his business I home again, and late at the office busy.
They were in the same class, and studied Cordery together; and here they formed a friendship which lasted without abatement until it was ended by the death of that eloquent but eccentric man.
Cordery asked, astonished. Charles gazed at him steadily. I could see by the furtive gleam in my brother-in-law's eye he was distinctly frightened. "Where is the fellow?" he asked. "Did he come himself, or send over a deputy?" "Here in London," Sir Adolphus replied. "He's staying at my house; and he says he'll be glad to show his experiments to anybody scientifically interested in diamonds.
Came down here to the inn because I heard that Marmy was on the prowl among these hills, and I thought he had probably something good to prowl after in the way of fossils." "But the man wears a wig!" Charles expostulated. "Of course," Cordery answered. "He's as bald as a bat in front at least and he wears a wig to cover his baldness."
The rearward of her person was ample; she hitched her skirt in the step, thus exposing an inordinate amount of not over-clean white stocking; and, to make matters worse, Farmer Cordery cast off at the wrong moment and stood back from the horse's head. "Losh! but I'm sorry," said he, gazing after the catastrophic result.
The morning after, as if by miracle, things righted themselves of a sudden. While we were wondering what it meant, Charles received a telegram from Sir Adolphus Cordery: "The man is a fraud. Not Schleiermacher at all. Just had a wire from Jena saying the Professor knows nothing about him. Sorry unintentionally to have caused you trouble. Come round and see me."
Our life ran in current for long enough. We sat together at Mr. Davies's feet I am speaking metaphorically, for in reality we sat opposite to him and we thumbed our Cordery and our Nepos together, and made such progress as our natures and our application permitted. Mine, to be honest, was little enough, for I hated my grammar cordially.
But don't let the faults of my head fall on my heart I would not part with a Cordery that belonged to an old friend, to get a set of horses like Lord Glenallan's." "I don't think you would, lad I don't think you would," said his softening relative.
So Charles managed to disengage the Professor from his friend, sent Amelia on with Forbes-Gaskell towards the castle, and stopped behind, himself, with Sir Adolphus and me, to clear up the question. "Do you know this man, Cordery?" he asked, with some little suspicion. "Know him? Why, of course I do," Sir Adolphus answered.
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