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And she waved her parasol gaily towards a barge immediately ahead, belonging to one of the more important colleges. Lady Laura looked doubtfully at her son. Falloden suddenly accepted, and with the utmost cordiality. "That's really very good of you, Mrs. Manson! I shall certainly advise my mother to take advantage of your kind offer. But you can't do with all of us!"
Falloden reproduced the scene, as described to him by the chief actor in it, when the inventor announced to his family that the thing was accomplished, the mechanism perfect, and how that very night they should hear Chopin's great Fantasia, Op. 49, played by its invisible hands. The moment came. Wife and children gathered, breathless. Chaumart turned on the current, released the machinery.
It had been a mean and monstrous attempt to shift the blame from his own shoulders to hers; and his sense of honour turned from the recollection of it in disgust. How pale she had looked, beside that gate, in the evening light how heavy-eyed! No doubt she was seeing Radowitz constantly, and grieving over him; blaming herself, indeed, as he, Falloden, had actually invited her to do.
It seemed to him the mere sentimental unreason of the young girl, who will not believe that there is any irrevocableness in things at all, till life teaches her. Radowitz too! What folly, what mistaken religiosity could make him dream of consenting to such a house-mate through this winter which might be his last! Monstrous! What kind of qualities had Falloden to fit him for such a task?
As he approached the house, he saw that the sitting-room blinds had not been drawn, and some of the windows were still open. The whole room was brilliantly lit by fire and lamp. Otto was there alone, sitting at the piano, with his back to the approaching spectator and the moonlit night outside. He was playing something with his left hand; Falloden could see him plainly.
They were part of the brilliant copy of verses by which Douglas Falloden of Marmion, in a fiercely contested year, had finally won the Ireland, Ewen Hooper being one of the examiners. "That's what's so abominable," said Alice, setting her small mouth. "You don't expect reading men to drink, and get into rows." "Drink?" said Constance Bledlow, raising her eyebrows. Alice went into details.
He looks like somebody in Lohengrin." Falloden laughed, but not agreeably. "You've about hit it! He's a Marmion man. A silly, affected creature half a Pole. His music is an infernal nuisance in college. We shall suppress it and him some day." "What barge is it, Duggy? Are we going there?"
"Better come and see," said Falloden. "Give you a bread and cheese luncheon any day." They got no more out of him. But his reticence made them visibly uneasy, and they both declared their intention of coming up the following day. In both men there was a certain indefinable change which Falloden soon perceived. Both seemed, at times, to be dragging a weight too heavy for their youth.
But she was too preoccupied to spend any but the shortest words on such a silly thing. "I'm sorry, Aunt Ellen. I really didn't understand." And she went up to bed, thinking only of Falloden; while Alice followed her, her small face pinched and weary, her girlish mind full of pain.
There had been certain symptoms apparent during Otto's last weeks at Penfold known only to the old vicar, to himself and Sorell. The doctors were not convinced yet of the presence of phthisis; but from various signs, Falloden was inclined to think that the boy believed himself sentenced to the same death which had carried off his mother.
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