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"Certainly. Come in, Mr. Faxon. If you won't think it a liberty " Mr. Grisben, who sat opposite his host, turned his head toward the door. "Of course Mr. Faxon's an American citizen?" Frank Rainer laughed. "That's all right!... Oh, no, not one of your pin-pointed pens, Uncle Jack! Haven't you got a quill somewhere?" Mr.
Then the fixity of the smile became ominous: Faxon saw that its wearer was afraid to let it go. It was evident that Mr. Lavington was unutterably tired too, and the discovery sent a colder current through Faxon's veins. Looking down at his untouched plate, he caught the soliciting twinkle of the champagne glass; but the sight of the wine turned him sick.
Faxon ordered; and they plodded on.... At length the lantern ray showed ruts that curved away from the road under tree-darkness. Faxon's spirits rose. "There's the gate! We'll be there in five minutes." As he spoke he caught, above the boundary hedge, the gleam of a light at the farther end of the dark avenue.
His hatred seemed to well up out of the very depths of balked effort and thwarted hopes, and the fact made him more pitiable, and yet more dire. Faxon's look reverted to Mr. Lavington, as if to surprise in him a corresponding change. At first none was visible: his pinched smile was screwed to his blank face like a gas-light to a white-washed wall.
"What are you, I'd like to know?" he retorted; and, scrambling to his feet with a clutch oh Faxon's arm, he added gaily: "Well, I've run you down!" Faxon stood confounded, his heart sinking. The lad's face was grey. "What madness " he began. "Yes, it is. What on earth did you do it for?" "I? Do what?... Why I.... I was just taking a walk.... I often walk at night...."
"What are YOU, I'd like to know?" he retorted; and, scrambling to his feet with a clutch on Faxon's arm, he added gaily: "Well, I've run you down, anyhow!" Faxon stood confounded, his heart sinking. The lad's face was gray. "What madness " he began. "Yes, it IS. What on earth did you do it for?" "I? Do what? ... Why, I ... I was just taking a walk. ... I often walk at night. ..."
We'll ask him if he's got a double. Come on!" But another picture had arrested Faxon, and some minutes elapsed before he and his young host reached the dining-room. It was a large room, with the same conventionally handsome furniture and delicately grouped flowers; and Faxon's first glance showed him that only three men were seated about the dining-table. The man who had stood behind Mr.
Faxon's laugh deepened the sense of solidarity which had so promptly established itself between the two. The newcomer laughed also. "Mrs. Culme," he explained, "was lunching at my uncle's today, and she said you were due this evening. But seven hours is a long time for Mrs. Culme to remember anything."
The great man's gaze rested on Frank Rainer with an expression of untroubled benevolence; and at the same instant Faxon's attention was attracted by the presence in the room of another person, who must have joined the group while he was upstairs searching for the seal. The new-comer was a man of about Mr.
The cruel story of her death has darkened the abode of many a warm heart, even in spite of the reflection that she was a slave. She was a true woman, and I pray that God may spare her yet many years to bless the needy and the unfortunate." Dalhousie felt the full weight of Mr. Faxon's rebuke, and acknowledged the justice of the punishment he had received.
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