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Goldenheart stopped them by reading a line from the New Testament, which said exactly what he had been saying only in fewer words. Now, my dear girl, Farnaby seems to me to be one of the many people pointed at in this young gentleman's lecture. Judging by looks, I should say he was a hard man." "That's just what he is hard as iron!
It might prepare me," he added, smiling rather uneasily, "for what I may find in the English newspapers." With these words of introduction he told his sad story jocosely described in the newspaper heading as "Miss Mellicent and Goldenheart among the Socialists at Tadmor."
If he happened to meet with a girl, in his walks or his travels, and if he found that she had the same deformity in the same foot, then he might know for certain " "All right! I understand. But why Mr. Goldenheart?" "Because she had a dream that Mr. Goldenheart had found the lost girl, and because she thought there was one chance in a hundred that her dream might come true!
The foreman of the jury rose, and remarked that scruples of honour were out of place at a serious inquiry of that sort. Hearing this, the lawyer saw his opportunity, and got on his legs. "I represent the husband of the deceased lady," he said. "Mr. Goldenheart has appealed to the law of honour to justify him in keeping silence.
Goldenheart, who is acquainted with the circumstances of the deceased lady's life, has declared on his oath that there was nothing in those circumstances to inspire him with any apprehension of her committing suicide.
Regina resented this last inquiry as an outrage on propriety. "What next will he say?" she thought to herself. "I must put this presuming man in his proper place." She darted another annihilating look at him, as she spoke in her turn. "May I ask, Mr. Mr. ?" "Dingwell," said Rufus, prompting her. "May I ask, Mr. Dingwell, if you have favoured me by calling here at the request of Mr. Goldenheart?"
He advanced along the hall, and met Regina at the door of the dining-room. The young lady spoke first. "Mr. Goldenheart," she said, with the coldest possible politeness, "perhaps you will be good enough to explain what this means?" She turned back into the dining-room. Amelius followed her in silence. "Here I am, in another scrape with a woman!" he thought to himself.
Naturally enough, when I heard that hateful old drunkard talking about a child given to her by Mr. Farnaby, I put two and two together. Dear me, how strangely you look! What's wrong with you?" "I'm only very much interested that's all. But there's one thing I don't understand. What had Mr. Goldenheart to do with all this?" "Didn't I tell you?" "No." "Well, then, I tell you now. Mrs.
Goldenheart?" "What! has it come to that, already? I'll try to like him, Regina. Goodbye again." The closing of the street door told that the ladies had separated. The sound was followed, in another moment, by the opening and closing of the dining-room door. Mrs. Farnaby returned to her chair at the fireplace. "Regina has gone into the dining-room to wait for us," she said.
Farnaby is not only a heartless wretch, who turns a poor girl out of her situation, and refuses to give her a character she's a fool besides. That precious exhibition of her nasty foot was to inform Mr. Goldenheart of something she wanted him to know.
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