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It was disloyal to her, an offence against all that she was, an affront to his manhood to let the thought have place in his mind even for one swift moment. She was Lord Eglington's wife there could be no sharing of soul and mind and body and the exquisite devotion of a life too dear for thought.
She trembled from head to foot, and for a moment it seemed that she must fall. But she steadied herself and walked firmly to Eglington's door. Turning the handle softly, she stepped inside. He did not hear her. He was leaning over a box of papers, and they rustled loudly under his hand.
But I wouldn't have missed Eglington's fighting speech for a good deal." "What was it about?" asked Hylda as they left the box. She had a sudden throb of the heart. Was it the one great question, that which had been like a gulf of fire between them? "Oh, Turkey the unpardonable Turk," answered Windlehurst. "As good a defence of a bad case as I ever heard."
But I wouldn't have missed Eglington's fighting speech for a good deal." "What was it about?" asked Hylda as they left the box. She had a sudden throb of the heart. Was it the one great question, that which had been like a gulf of fire between them? "Oh, Turkey the unpardonable Turk," answered Windlehurst. "As good a defence of a bad case as I ever heard."
As the look in Eglington's face the night she came upon him and Soolsby in the laboratory haunted her, so the look in her own face had haunted Soolsby. Her voice announcing Luke Claridge's death had suddenly opened up a new situation to him.
"It is fifteen years since I was here, my lord. Then I came to see the Earl of Eglington." "And so history repeats itself every fifteen years! You came to see the Earl of Eglington then; you come to see the Earl of Eglington again after fifteen years!" "I come to speak with him that's called the Earl of Eglington." Eglington's eyes half closed, as though the light hurt them.
Yet this face, unlike Eglington's, expressed a perfect single-mindedness; it wore the look of a self-effacing man of luminous force, a concentrated battery of energy. Since she had last seen him every sign of the provincial had vanished.
She trembled from head to foot, and for a moment it seemed that she must fall. But she steadied herself and walked firmly to Eglington's door. Turning the handle softly, she stepped inside. He did not hear her. He was leaning over a box of papers, and they rustled loudly under his hand.
Faith asked anxiously. "Ay, that I did. If he was for giving his money away, I'd take it fast enough. The gold gave father boots for a year. Why should I mind?" Faith's face suffused. How low was Eglington's estimate of humanity! In the silence that followed the door of her room opened, and her father entered. He held in one hand a paper, in the other a candle.
"But I hold a red light poor darling!" she said aloud, as she went up the staircase. She did not know that Eglington, standing in a deep doorway, heard her, and seized upon the words eagerly and suspiciously, and turned them over in his mind. Below, at the desk where Eglington's mother used to write, Hylda sat with a bundle of letters before her.
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