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"If you go away," he said, "it will seem as if the chief tie which bound me to dear old Harton was suddenly snapped." He chose as his memento a small volume of sermons which Mr Carden had published in former days, and asked him to write his name on the title-page. "Yes," said the master, "you shall have that book if you like; but I mean you to have also a more substantial memorial of my library.
The coroner himself notified the Armstrong family lawyer, and early in the afternoon he came out. I had not seen Mr. Jamieson since morning, but I knew he had been interrogating the servants. Gertrude was locked in her room with a headache, and I had luncheon alone. Mr. Harton, the lawyer, was a little, thin man, and he looked as if he did not relish his business that day.
"Oh, dear no!" said Julian hastily; "I got the Newry scholarship, you know, at Harton, and I really need no assistance whatever." "I hope I haven't offended you; how unlucky I am," said De Vayne blushing. "Not a whit, De Vayne; I know your kind heart." "Well, do let me see something of you. Won't you come a walk sometimes, or let me come in of an evening when you're taking tea, and not at work?"
Don't you remember that last evening at Harton, we said we were sure to meet, we three; and here we are, you see. But, I say, this is a bad story for Kavanagh about this will being missing, is it not? Bad for you, too, though. Your mother was in it, was she not?" "Yes; but as the testator's sister she will come in for something, probably, anyhow.
I suppose it is his striking appearance, coupled with his apparent wealth, which piques our curiosity. Harton has a theory that he is really a detective, that he is after some criminal who has got away to Portugal, and that he chooses this peculiar way of travelling that he may arrive unnoticed and pounce upon his quarry unawares.
Little wonder that the poor sailors are superstitious when I, an educated man, feel it so strongly. October 25. Made a good run all day. Feel listless and depressed. October 26. Goring, Harton, and I had a chat together on deck in the morning.
He pointed once or twice at my relic with his stubby thumb before he could recover himself sufficiently to ask what it was and how I obtained it a question put in such a brusque manner that I should have been offended had I not known the man to be an eccentric. I told him the story very much as I had told it to Harton.
The group of young men dispersed. The two friends looked at each other. Thus, then, Serge Panine was judged by his companions in pleasure, by the frequenters of the clubs in which he had spent a part of his existence. The Prince being "in the market" was obliged to marry a rich woman. He could not marry Lady Harton, so he had sought Micheline. And the sweet child was the wife of such a man!
He had imagined Julian bitter, sarcastic, cold; he had prepared himself for a torrent of passionate and overwhelming invective; he had thought how to behave if Julian remained silent, or rejected with simple contempt his stammered apology; but to be horse-whipped by one so much weaker than himself by one whom he remembered to have pitied and patronised when he came to Harton, a delicate rosy-cheeked boy this he had certainly never thought of.
Certainly the incident seems to support Harton's theory, though it may be a mere whim of Gorings, or, as I suggested to Harton, he may be collecting materials for a book which shall outvie De Quincey. In any case it is no business of ours. October 27, 28. Wind still fair, and we are making good progress. Strange how easily a human unit may drop out of its place and be forgotten!
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