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Updated: June 25, 2025
It might be truer to say I was born acquisitive and too mental. I never really liked Monsieur Dumeny; but I liked immensely his musical talent, his knowledge, his sure taste, and his power of making almost everything flower into interestingness. Do you know what I mean? Some people take light from your day; others add to its light and paint in wonderful shadows.
Dumeny was a beast, he felt sure, but he also felt sure that Dumeny was an interesting man. Mrs. Clarke's wild mind attracted something in him. Through her eyes he was able to see the tameness of Welsley, a dear tameness, safe, cozy, full of a very English charm and touched with ancient beauty, but still ! Would the petals of Rosamund ever curl up and go brown at the edges from living at Welsley?
She made no further comment on Monsieur Dumeny. "I wonder whether the jury will be away long?" Dion said, after a moment. "Probably. I shan't be at all surprised if they can't agree. Then there will be another trial." "How appalling!" "Yes, it wouldn't be very nice for Cynthia." "I can't help wishing " He paused, hesitating. "Yes?" said Mrs. Chetwinde, looking about the court.
When the Judge at length finished with Dumeny and Dumeny's relations with Mrs. Clarke, Dion felt very anxious about the verdict. The Judge had not succeeded in making him believe that Mrs. Clarke was a guilty woman, but he feared that the jury had been made doubtful. It was evident to him that the Judge had a bad opinion of Dumeny, and had conveyed his opinion to the jury. Was the unwisdom of Mrs.
In the midst of it Dion remembered Dumeny, and could not help saying: "But that type" they had been speaking of what he considered to be Rosamund's type of man, once described by her as "a strong soul in a strong body, and a soft heart but not a softy's heart" "is almost the direct opposite of the artistic type of man, isn't it?" Her large eyes looked "Well?" at him, but she said nothing.
Daventry said nothing more on the subject; he began to discuss the case in all its bearings, and presently dwelt upon the great power English judges have over the decisions of juries. "Mrs. Clarke gave her evidence splendidly on the whole," he said. "And Hadi Bey made an excellent impression. My one fear is that fellow Aristide Dumeny. You didn't hear him, but, of course, you read his evidence.
I've just been telling her that I want to show her some curious songs I have heard in Turkey, and Asia Minor, at Brusa. There was one man who used to sing to me at Brusa outside the Mosquee Verte. Dumeny took down the melody for me." "Did you like the 'Heart ever faithful'?" "Of course it's excellent in that sledge-hammer sort of way, a superb example of the direct. Stamboul is very indirect.
If I'm to tell you the truth, I see only one reason for doubt, I don't say fear, as to the result." "Can you tell me what it is?" "Aristide Dumeny." At this moment the Judge returned to the bench. An hour later he began to sum up.
Hannasyde shook hands, and said very earnestly and adoringly: "I hope to Heaven I shall never see your face again!" And Mrs. Haggert understood. I closed and drew for my love's sake, That now is false to me, And I slew the Riever of Tarrant Moss, And set Dumeny free.
The whole of him looked aristocratic, energetic, perfectly poised and absolutely self-possessed. Many of the women in court glanced at him without any distaste. Aristide Dumeny was almost strangely different an ashy-pale, dark-eyed, thin and romantic-visaged man, stamped with a curious expression of pain and fatalism.
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