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I repent of it because there has been a sense put into me which tells me that I have sinned against Myself, and sinned against You. No such sense as that exists among the instincts of the natural man. And no such feelings as these troubled Geoffrey Delamayn; for Geoffrey Delamayn was the natural man.
Vanborough's swarthy complexion slowly turned pale. He cast one furtive glance at Mr. Kendrew, and turned away again. "Well," he said to the lawyer, "now for your opinion! What is the law?" "The law," answered Mr. Delamayn, "is beyond all doubt or dispute. Your marriage with Miss Anne Silvester is no marriage at all." Mr. Kendrew started to his feet. "What do you mean?" he asked, sternly.
"Arnold Brinkworth's most intimate friend!" she exclaimed. "He ought to know if any body does. This is dreadful. Why should Mr. Geoffrey Delamayn tell you?" "I am going to marry him," answered Mrs. Glenarm. "That is my excuse, dear Lady Lundie, for troubling you in this matter." Lady Lundie partially opened her eyes in a state of faint bewilderment. "I don't understand," she said.
"Do you know where to communicate with Captain Newenden?" "Yes he is staying with some friends in Sussex." "We may possibly want his assistance. I can't tell yet. Don't keep Mrs. Delamayn waiting any longer, my dear. I shall expect you to-morrow." They exchanged an affectionate embrace. Lady Lundie was left alone.
"Your brother requests me to tell you that the duties of the new position in which he is placed occupy the whole of his time, and will prevent him from returning to Fulham, as he had proposed, for some days to come. Lady Holchester, hearing that I was likely to see you, has charged me with another message, from herself. Delamayn."
Brinkworth was sentenced to stay with Sir Patrick until she wanted him for the game. Mr. Brinkworth wondered, and obeyed. During the exercise of this act of authority a circumstance occurred at the other end of the summer-house. Taking advantage of the confusion caused by the general movement to the lawn, Miss Silvester suddenly placed herself close to Mr. Delamayn.
The remainder of the evening passed quietly enough at the Lodge. The guests were sleepy and dull after the excitement of the day. Mrs. Glenarm retired early. At eleven o'clock Julius Delamayn was the only person left up in the house. He was understood to be in his study, preparing an address to the electors, based on instructions sent from London by his father.
"Not yet." "Where is he?" "There!" In a pause of breathless silence with the eyes of every person in the room eagerly fastened on him the surgeon lifted his hand and pointed to Geoffrey Delamayn. As soon as the general stupefaction was allayed, the general incredulity asserted itself as a matter of course.
The lake on the northern boundary of the estate, famous for its breed of swans, was one of the curiosities of the neighborhood; and the house had a history, associating it with more than one celebrated Scottish name, which had been written and illustrated by Julius Delamayn. One in twenty read it. The rest were "charmed," and looked at the pictures.
"Deeply interesting!" said her ladyship, descending from the carriage with ponderous grace, and addressing herself to Geoffrey, lounging under the portico of the house. "You have had a loss, Mr. Delamayn. The next time you go out for a walk, give your hostess a word of warning, and you won't repent it." Sir Patrick was invisible up stairs. Mr. Brinkworth had not come back.
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