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But if Catherine would not go, Elsmere was not left on this critical occasion without auditors from his own immediate circle. On the evening of Good Friday Flaxman had found his way to Bedford Square, and as Catherine was out, was shown into Elsmere's study. 'I have come, he announced, 'to try and persuade you and Mrs. Elsmere to go down with me to Greenlaws to-morrow.
And Elsmere's smile had in it a touch of most friendly reproach. Fatigue had left the scholar relaxed, comparatively defenseless. His sunk and wrinkled eyes lit up with a smile, faint indeed, but of unwonted softness. 'A task indeed, he said with a sigh, 'the task of a life-time. To-day I finished the second third of it.
Wardlaw was giving him silent approval and invaluable help, while young Mackay was in the first uncomfortable stages of a hero-worship which promised to be exceedingly good for him. There were one or two curious points connected with the beginnings of Elsmere's venture in North R , one of which may just be noticed here.
The stirring of a new sensation, however-unparalleled since the brief days when even Roger Wendover had his friends and his attractions like other men was soon lost in renewed chafing at Elsmere's absurdities. The Squire had been at first perfectly content so he told himself to limit the field of their intercourse, and would have been content to go on doing so.
He talked of Oxford, of the great college where he had learnt from, the same men who had been Elsmere's teachers; of current books, of the wild flowers and birds of the Chase; he did his best; but never once was there any living response in her quiet replies, even when she smiled.
As a matter of fact, owing to some travelling difficulties, the vicar and Elsmere did not get home till noon on Friday. Catherine knew nothing of either delay or arrival. Mrs. Leyburn watched her with anxious timidity, but she never mentioned Elsmere's name to any one on the Friday morning, and no one dared speak of him to her.
Elsmere's father and his going to college, we had, let me see, the spare room curtains, the making of them and the cleaning of them, Sarah's idiocy in sticking to her black sheep of a young man, the price of tea when she married, Mr. Thornburgh's singular preference of boiled mutton to roast, the poems she had written to her when she was eighteen, and I can't tell you what else besides.
We may quote a passage or two from some letters of his written at this time to that young Armitstead who had taken his place at Murewell and was still there till Mowbray Elsmere should appoint a new man. Armitstead had been a college friend of Elsmere's.
Osgood, this seems to be the key to the mystery. At least it's the key to something." He lifted the key dangling from Elsmere's blouse. "Algy sewed it on me," explained the child. Mrs. Osgood sighed. "So Algernon is sick, and he sent you after Bertha, and she wasn't at home. I see. Max, you and Archie needn't wait.
Catherine and the child he had driven away more than once, but the claims upon himself were becoming so absorbing he did not know how to go even for a few weeks. There were certain individuals in particular who depended on him from day to day. One was Charles Richards's widow. The poor desperate creature had put herself abjectly into Elsmere's hands.
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