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It was but from a stringed instrument, and might have sounded thin and tinkling but for the stillness of the night, and that peculiar addition of fulness which music acquires when it is borne along a tranquil air. Presently a voice in song was heard from the distance accompanying the instrument. It was a man's voice, a mellow and a rich voice, but Kenelm's ear could not catch the words.
At that quotation of the well-known greeting of Augustus to his unfortunate general, the scholar recoiled. Had his young friend's mind deserted him, dazed, perhaps, by over-study? He was soon reassured; Kenelm's face settled back into calm, though a dreary calm, like that of the wintry day. "I beg pardon, Mr. Emlyn; I had not quite shaken off the hold of a strange dream.
The next day, meeting Miss Mohun over cutting out for a working party, Magdalen asked her about the Flights and St. Kenelm's. "He is an excellent good man," said Jane Mohun, "and has laid out immense sums on the church and parish." "All his own? Not subscription?" "No. He is the only son of a very rich City man, a brewer, and came here with his mother as a curate, as a good place for health.
She knew well how to propitiate and reason down the apathetic temperament of Lady Chillingly; she did not cease till that lady herself came into Kenelm's room, and said very quietly, "So you are going to propose to Miss Mordaunt, the Warwickshire Mordaunts I suppose? Lady Glenalvon says she is a very lovely girl, and will stay with her before the wedding.
Those were eager eyes, eyes hungering for praise. Kenelm's heart smote him for that worst of sins in friendship, want of sympathy; and that uneasy heart forced to his lips congratulations, not perhaps quite sincere, but which amply satisfied the lover. In uttering them, Kenelm rose to his feet, threw his arm round his friend's shoulder, and said, "Are you not tired of this place, Tom? I am.
It was the first time she had spoken of being better, and they told Theodore to take comfort from it when all the other three walked him up to the station. In the search for a new abode Mrs. Lee was in much difficulty, for it was needful to be near St. Kenelm's, and the only vacant houses within her means were not desirable for the reception of a feeble convalescent; moreover, Mr.
WHETHER or not his spirits were raised by Kenelm's praise and exhortations, the minstrel that day talked with a charm that spellbound Tom, and Kenelm was satisfied with brief remarks on his side tending to draw out the principal performer.
The Parson, who was sadly out of breath, was not displeased at the interruption, but took that opportunity to put on his coat, and said, "We'll begin again to-morrow. Now, come to breakfast." But during breakfast Kenelm's face still betrayed dejection, and he talked little and ate less.
Suddenly arresting his steps, he seized Kenelm's hand, pressed it convulsively, and said, in a voice struggling against a sob, "I thank you, I bless you. Leave me now: I would be alone. Alone, too, I must face this man. There may be some mistake yet; go." "You will promise not to leave the house till I return?" "Yes, I promise that."
The wretched man sprang up erect, menacing, and, meeting Kenelm's calm, steadfast, pitying gaze, dropped no less suddenly, dropped on the floor, covered his face with his hands, and a great cry came forth between sob and howl.
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