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Henry Arthur Jones we find several instances of the unemphatic last act some clearly justified, others much less so. Among the former I unhesitatingly reckon the fourth act of Mrs. Dane's Defence. It would not have been difficult, but surely most inartistic, to huddle up the action in five minutes after Mrs. Dane's tragic collapse under Sir Daniel Carteret's cross-examination.
To my surprise, it was Sperry, accompanied by two ladies, one of them heavily veiled. It was not until I had ushered them into the reception room and lighted the gas that I saw who they were. It was Elinor Wells, in deep mourning, and Clara, Mrs. Dane's companion and secretary.
This they headed up stream, and with strong arms drove it through the water, straight for Oromocto miles beyond. Several days had passed in quiet contentment at the little settlement of Loyal after Dane's departure. Jean missed him very much and longed for his return.
At lunch we had talked of a poem of Mistral's, which a friend of Mr. Dane's had put into French a poem all about a legendary duel. And it was down there, in that far-stretching field, that the duel was fought. As I looked I realized that the clouds boiling up from some vast cauldron behind the world were choking the horizon with their purple folds.
Osric Dane's stern features were darkened rather than lit up by an uneasy smile. "I am glad to hear that you make one exception," she gave out between narrowed lips. "Oh, of course," Mrs.
I couldn't swear, in court, Danes, that you started the blaze, but your coat and your hands have the odor of coal oil." Dane's face turned pale, his legs shaking under him. "So, you see," continued Tom savagely, "you'll do well to escape before anyone else notices the smell of coal oil on you." "You've been mighty good to me and I " chattered Danes.
But this is not the aspect of the scene which grips and moves us. Our attention is centred on Thaddeus's struggle to take his wife's misdeed upon himself; and his failure cannot be described as a peripety, seeing that it sinks him only one degree lower in the slough of despair. Like the scene in Mrs. Dane's Defence, this is practically a piece of judicial drama a hard-fought cross-examination.
However, Van Rycke must know of this as soon as possible. But to Dane's growing discomfiture the Cargo-master showed no elation as his junior poured out the particulars of his discovery. Instead there were definite signs of displeasure to be read by those who knew Van Rycke well. He heard Dane out and then got to his feet.
Dane's eyes turned to the Loyalists who were watching him and Pete with considerable curiosity. They formed a most pathetic group of people shivering there upon deck. They seemed weary almost to the point of exhaustion, and yet in their eyes and bearing could be observed a spirit that nothing could daunt. "Did Davidson get the prisoners down all right?"
Dane's soul was athrill in the presence of this girl who had affected him in such a wonderful manner. It was almost too good to be true that he had rescued her, and was now so close to her. "Where are you going?" he asked. "Up river, I believe. But just where I do not know. Daddy hasn't drawn his lot of land yet." "What is your name?" "Jean." "I like it. But Jean what?" "Sterling."
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