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On the afternoon of the fourth day, Melrose met Undershaw in the hall, as he entered the house. "How is he?" "All right again, I think, and doing well. I hope we shall have no further drawbacks." "Be good enough to give me ten minutes before you see Mr. Faversham?" The invitation could not have been more grand-seigneurish. Undershaw, consumed with curiosity, accepted. Melrose led the way.
"Very nearly all right, thank you." "Are you actually at work? Great excitement everywhere about you!" Tatham stood, with his straw hat tilted toward the back of his head, and his hands on his sides, observing his guest. Faversham shrugged his shoulders. "I feel horribly nervous!" "Well you may!" laughed Tatham. "Never mind. We'll all back you up, if you'll let us."
"A man named Winchester a private detective," said Jimmy. "Oh, my dear!" exclaimed Sybil, "how sincerely I wish you would let Miss Rosser go her own way!" "Haven't I succeeded yet," demanded Jimmy, "in making you understand that her way will always be mine?" "And yet you know how horridly she treated poor Colonel Faversham, Jimmy. You have always insisted on truth and honesty before anything "
It was of Faversham that he was chiefly thinking. When he had first proposed his companionship, the day after the murder, it had been quietly accepted, with a softened look of surprise, and he and Undershaw had since kept watch over a bewildered man, protecting him as far as they could from the hostile world at his gates.
"Not at all," cried Colonel Faversham. "You'll generally find there's something in what I say. You can't be too careful of a man like Jimmy Clynesworth. For my part, I very seldom know what he is talking about; I question whether he knows himself. I am a plain, straightforward man but there! I didn't come to talk about Jimmy." "I thought you did," said Bridget.
Melrose? hateful cruel tyrannical! when you must silence all that is generous and noble " Her voice failed her. Faversham's lips tightened. They remained looking at each other. Then Faversham rose suddenly. He stooped over her. She heard his voice, hoarse and broken in her ears: "Lydia I love you! I love you with all my heart! and all my strength!
"I would rather like to tell you something," said I, "about my engagement in confidence, of course. When Eleanor Faversham comes back I propose to ask her to release me from it." He drew a long breath. "I'm glad. She's an awfully nice girl, but she's no more in love with you than my mother is. But it'll be rather difficult, won't it?" "I don't think so," I replied, shaking my head.
I laughed and quoted the Latin tag about the ingenuous boy of the ingenuous visage and ingenuous modesty. "Because I don't feverishly search the postbag for a letter from Miss Faversham you conclude I'm a bloodless automaton?" "Please don't say any more about it, Simon," he pleaded in deep distress. A sudden idea struck me.
Tatham, cut off from the county, agricultural, or sporting subjects in which he was most at home, fumbled a good deal in his efforts to adjust himself; while Faversham found it no use to talk of travel, art, or music to one who, in spite of an artistic and literary mother and wonderful possessions, had himself neither literary nor artistic faculty, and in the prevailing manner of the English country gentleman, had always found the pleasures of England so many and superior that there was no need whatever to cross the Channel in pursuit of others.
"Miss Rosser, colonel," said Knight, standing between the pair. "Good-afternoon, Miss Rosser," cried Colonel Faversham. "Pray come in! You wish to see Carrissima! I assure you she will be immensely disappointed if you refuse to wait. I may mention that I had the pleasure of knowing your father." "Oh, I remember you perfectly," she replied. "As well as if it were yesterday."
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