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Antrobus was now become a great champion for the Parliament; but, at the day of hearing, I had procured abundance of my friends to be there; for the godly, as they termed themselves, sided with him; the present Master of the Rolls was Chairman that day, Sir Harbottle Grimston. Who, hearing the foulness of the cause, was very much ashamed thereof.
It was not a common thing for him to have visitors in the morning, and he saw with surprise that they were old Master John Grimston, the richest man in the place, half farmer and half fisherman, a dark surly old man; his wife, Bridget, a timid and frightened woman, who found life with her harsh husband a difficult business, in spite of their wealth, which, for a place like Blea, was great; and their son Henry, a silly shambling man of forty, who was his father's butt.
Marion Grimston withdrew to the more distant part of the room, where, with her hands behind her, she stood leaning against the grand piano, with the bearing of one only indirectly, and yet intensely, concerned. Bienville left the task of beginning to Diane.
The door of Master Grimston's room was open, and a strange and strangling sound came forth; the Father made his way in, and found Master Grimston lying upon the floor, his wife bending over him; he lay still, breathing pitifully, and every now and then a shudder ran through him.
I couldn't wait for the slow process of the mails. I cabled this morning to Grimston, one of my Paris partners, to wire me the cause of George Eveleth's death, as officially registered. This is his reply." He held up the envelope Diane had placed on the desk earlier in the evening. "Why don't you open it?" she asked, in a whisper of suspense. "I've been afraid to.
"Because," Derek went on, "as for me I'm not worthy to have her under my roof." The banker made no comment, sitting in a hunched attitude and humming to himself in a cracked voice while Derek stared down at him. They were still in this position when Marion Grimston was shown in.
Grimston ever allowed himself, became visible between the lines of his closely clipped mustache and beard. He took his time before speaking, enjoying the knowledge that this was one of those social junctures in which he had his senior partner so conspicuously at a disadvantage. "It's a bad business, I'm afraid," he said, as though summing up rather than beginning.
Responsibility presses less heavily on the individual when it's shared." "But wouldn't the person you'll forgive me, dear, won't you, if I'm going too far? wouldn't the person who has to take his part in that kind of responsibility be a doubtful keeper of one's happiness?" Miss Grimston, half lowering her eyes, looked at her visitor with slumberous suspension of expression, and made no reply.
Then the Father met the other two at the church gate; and they went down to the house in silence, the Father pondering heavily; and at the door Henry joined them, and it seemed to the Father that old Master Grimston regarded him not. So they entered the house in silence, and ate in silence, listening earnestly for any sound.
Both ladies kept their eyes fixed so exclusively on Diane that they had almost passed before remembering to salute Derek with a nod. "I've seen those ladies somewhere," Diane observed, when they had gone by. "I dare say. They've probably seen you, too. The elder is Mrs. Bayford, sister of Mr. Grimston, my uncle's partner in Paris. The girl is Marion Grimston, his daughter."
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