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Major Fitz-David declined to let go of it, and proceeded to tell me why. "I have just heard you speak for the first time," he said. "I am under the charm of your voice. Dear Mrs. Woodville, bear with an old fellow who is under the charm! Don't grudge me my innocent little pleasures. Lend me I wish I could say give me this pretty hand. I am such an admirer of pretty hands!
One word of reply, Major Fitz-David! Only one word Yes or No?" "Don't excite yourself!" cried the Major. "Yes or No?" I repeated, more vehemently than ever. "Yes," said the Major, after a moment's consideration. It was the reply I had asked for; but it was not explicit enough, now I had got it, to satisfy me. "Does 'Yes' mean that there is some sort of clew to the mystery?" I asked.
Women, children, and dogs proverbially know by instinct who the people are who really like them. The women had a warm friend perhaps at one time a dangerously warm friend in Major Fitz-David. I knew as much of him as that before I had settled myself in my chair and opened my lips to answer him.
In plain words, another knocking announced a new visitor at the house door. On this occasion there was no rustling of a woman's dress in the hall. On this occasion only the old servant entered the room, carrying a magnificent nosegay in his hand. "With Lady Clarinda's kind regards. To remind Major Fitz-David of his appointment." Another lady! This time a lady with a title.
The lines ran thus: "To Major Fitz-David, with two vases. From his friends, S. and E. M." Was one of those two vases the vase that had been broken? And was the change that I had noticed in Major Fitz-David's face produced by some past association in connection with it, which in some way affected me? It might or might not be so.
I am afraid you will be starved if I let you sleep any longer. It is half-past one o'clock; and a friend of yours has come to lunch with us." A friend of mine? What friends had I? My husband was far away; and my uncle Starkweather had given me up in despair. "Who is it?" I cried out from my bed, through the door. "Major Fitz-David," Benjamin answered, by the same medium. I sprang out of bed.
Woodville's reference and of his own friend Major Fitz-David. Under such circumstances as these, to speak of my uncle's motives was to venture on very delicate ground. Eustace relieved me from further embarrassment by asking a question to which I could easily reply. "Has your uncle received any answer from Major Fitz-David?" he inquired. "Yes. "Were you allowed to read it?"
The very man I wanted was waiting to see me! Major Fitz-David, as the phrase is, knew everybody. Intimate with my husband, he would certainly know my husband's old friend Miserrimus Dexter. Shall I confess that I took particular pains with my toilet, and that I kept the luncheon waiting?
Tell me what has the Verdict to do with my husband's horrible doubt of us? Eustace is a free man. The Verdict was Not Guilty, of course?" Major Fitz-David shook his head sadly. "Eustace was tried in Scotland," he said. When the jury are in doubt whether to condemn or acquit the prisoner brought before them, they are permitted, in Scotland, to express that doubt by a form of compromise.
It was opened instantly by the Major himself. The doctor had gone away. Benjamin still remained in the room. "Will you come and speak to Eustace?" I began. "If you will only say what I want you to say " Before I could add a word more I heard the house door opened and closed. Major Fitz-David and Benjamin heard it too. They looked at each other in silence.
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