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She must give them back of course she would; but there was Mrs. Feverel. The uncertainty was torturing him he must find out how matters were, and suddenly, on the inspiration of the moment, he decided to go and see Dahlia at once. Things could not be worse, and at least the uncertainty would be ended. The golden day irritated him, and he found the dark gloom of the Feverels' street a relief.
No one knew anything about the Feverels. The mother was kept in the background and the father was dead there was really only Dahlia; and when Robin was with her he never thought of questioning her as to antecedents of earlier history. For two months he loved her passionately, chiefly because he saw her very seldom.
Adrian gave Sir Austin an able version of his son's behaviour and adventures; dwelling upon this sudden taciturnity when he heard of his father's resolution not to see him. The wise youth saw that his chief was mollified behind his moveless mask, and went to bed, and Horace, leaving Sir Austin in his study. Long hours the baronet sat alone. The house had not its usual influx of Feverels that day.
Adrian fastened on his prey. "And left him with a distinct and satisfactory assurance of his amicable intentions?" "No," said Richard. "Not?" the Feverels joined in astounded chorus. Richard sidled away from his father, and repeated a shamefaced "No." "Was he hostile?" inquired Adrian, smoothing his palms, and smiling. "Yes," the boy confessed. Here was quite another view of their position.
Adrian gave Sir Austin an able version of his son's behaviour and adventures; dwelling upon this sudden taciturnity when he heard of his father's resolution not to see him. The wise youth saw that his chief was mollified behind his moveless mask, and went to bed, and Horace, leaving Sir Austin in his study. Long hours the baronet sat alone. The house had not its usual influx of Feverels that day.
The latter boy was flushed and restless; older and broader, but not so tight-limbed and well-set. The Gods, sole witnesses of their battle, betted dead against him. Richard had mounted the white cockade of the Feverels, and there was a look in him that asked for tough work to extinguish.
But it was not personal contempt, it was the disgrace to the family; the house was suddenly threatened on two sides his father, the Feverels and he was frightened. He saw his name in the papers; the Trojan name dragged through the mud because of his own folly Oh! it must be stopped at all costs. But the uncertainty of it was worrying him. Ten days had passed and nothing was done.
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