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"And yet, sir, I find myself compelled to persist in declining to adopt a character which I am so ill qualified to support." "I will take care that you acquire the qualifications necessary. You are no longer the guest and pupil of Dubourg." "But, my dear sir, it is no defect of teaching which I plead, but my own inability to profit by instruction." "Nonsense.
Nugent facetiously entreated her, as she passed him, to clear her mind of prejudice, and consider the question of infant petticoats on its own merits. Mr. Finch took offense at this second reference to the subject. He rose to follow his wife. "When you are a married man, Mr. Dubourg," said the rector severely, "you will learn to leave the management of an infant in its mother's hands."
He was expected back on "sermon-day" that is to say on Saturday in the same week. I returned to my room, a little out of temper. In this state my mind works with wonderful freedom. I had another of my inspirations. Mr. Dubourg had taken the liberty of speaking to me that evening. Good. I determined to go alone to Browndown the next morning, and take the liberty of speaking to Mr. Dubourg.
But, body o' me! how Dubourg could permit him! Hark ye, Owen, what sort of a youth is Clement Dubourg, his nephew there, in the office, the black-haired lad?" "One of the cleverest clerks, sir, in the house; a prodigious young man for his time," answered Owen; for the gaiety and civility of the young Frenchman had won his heart. "Ay, ay, I suppose he knows something of the nature of exchange.
It was here that Matthew Dubourg, whose book on "The Violin and Violinists" is a perfect treasure-trove of anecdote, became his pupil. Another remarkable violinist was an intimate friend of Geminiani, a name distinguished alike in the annals of chess-playing and music, André Danican Philidor.
It was only when we stopped at the rectory-gate that he referred to what had passed between us and even then, he only touched on the subject in the briefest possible way. "Well?" he said. "Have I won back your old regard for me? Do you believe there is a fine side to be found in the nature of Nugent Dubourg? Man is a compound animal. You are a woman in ten thousand. Give me a kiss."
Dubourg's friends. To satisfy justice also, it was necessary to call the lady as a witness. In the meantime, another purely formal question was put to Mr. Dubourg. Did he know anything of the murdered man? With some appearance of confusion, Mr. Further interrogation extracted from him the following statement of facts.
I pulled it open and found myself face to face with Nugent Dubourg, standing by the table, with his letter from Liverpool in his hand! He must have certainly heard Lucilla cast my own words back in my teeth if he had heard no more. I stopped short; looking at him in silent surprise. He smiled, and held out the open letter to me. Before we could speak, we heard the door of the room closed.
Have you no profession? Are you not obliged to work for your living?" I spoke, as you perceive, with some force of expression aided by a corresponding asperity of voice and manner. Mr. Oscar Dubourg looked at me with the puzzled air of a man who feels an overflow of new ideas forcing itself into his mind. He modestly admitted the degrading truth.
How did Dubourg come to be tried for his life? And what was the connection between this serious matter and the false testimony of a clock? The reply to both these inquiries is to be found in the story which I call the Perjury of the Clock. In the first place, it was the maiden name of his mother, and he had a right to take it if he pleased. With "Dubourg" we have begun.
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