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His eye lighting up with the joy of clear demonstration to Dyce it was a veritable joy, his narrow, but acute, mind ever tending to sharp-cut system he displayed the bio-sociological theory in its whole scope. More than interested, and not a little surprised, Lord Dymchurch followed carefully from point to point, now and then approving with smile or nod.
"If you think you are going to get quite rid of me so easily," answered Dyce, laughing his laugh seldom sounded altogether natural "you're much mistaken. But come now, let us talk about Len. Where are you going to send him? Has Wrybolt chosen a school?" During the conversation that followed, Dyce was but half attentive. Once and again his eyes fell upon Mrs. Woolstan with peculiar observancy.
Dyce, 'the following memorandum respecting it occurs in the office-book of the Master of the Records: "On Thursday night, 6th of February, 1633, 'The Gamester' was acted at Court, made by Sherley out of a plot of the king's, given him by mee, and well likte. The king sayd it was the best play he had seen for seven years." This is indeed important.
"I fear I must give you the trouble of walking back, to let me out." "Why, of course." They returned to the door, and Dyce again took the offered hand. "I shall be here at eight on Thursday," he said. "Unless it rains. In that case, on the first fine morning." "I don't promise to meet you." "I will come without a promise." "As you like," said May, slowly closing the door upon him.
She was much more amiable in her demeanour, more cheerful in mind; she dropped the habit of irony, and talked hopefully of Lashmar's prospects. "What's the news from Breakspeare?" she inquired, as they were pedalling softly along an easy road one afternoon, Dyce having spent the morning in Hollingford. "Oh, he's a prancing optimist," Dyce replied.
"Very well indeed," he replied mechanically, taking up his letter and cutting it open with a table-knife. Dyce stared at the oracular message, written in capitals on a sheet of paper which contained nothing else. He again examined the envelope, but the post-mark in no way helped him. He glanced at his mother, and, finding her eye upon him, folded the sheet carelessly.
Into this room Dyce was not allowed to peep; it waited as a surprise for him on the return from the honeymoon. Drawing-room and dining-room he trod as master, and often felt that, after all, a man could be very comfortable here for a year or two. A box of good cigars invited him after dinner.
First in order, leaves 1-29, stands Fletcher's Elder Brother. I have compared the MS. with Dyce's text, and find the variations to be few and unimportant. In III. 3 Dyce follows the old copies in reading: What a noise is in this house! my head is broken Within a parenthesis: in every corner, As if the earth were shaken with some strange colic, There are stirs and motions.
Everidge spoke the last words softly and Evadne, looking at her uplifted face, shining now with the radiance which always filled it when she spoke of her Lord, saw again that glowing face which she had watched across the gate at Hollywood and heard the strange, exultant tones, 'He is my King! Ah, that was beautiful! That was what Aunt Marthe meant, and Pompey and Dyce.
In an obscure lodging, Dyce awaited the day of destiny. One evening he went to dine at West Hampstead; though he was rather late, Iris had not yet come home, and she had left no message to explain her absence. He waited a quarter of an hour. When at length his betrothed came hurrying into the room, she wore so strange a countenance that Dyce could not but ask what had happened.
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