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The prosecuting attorney sprang to his feet with an angry exclamation. "Let him alone " said Langham weakly. Montgomery stole to the foot of the bed and stared down on Langham. "You tell him, boss," nodding his head toward Moxlow. "I put it up to you!" he said. Langham's glance dwelt for an instant on the handy-man, then it shifted back to Moxlow.
He sauntered along, now throwing a cunning and effectual fly, now resting, smoking, and chattering, as the fancy took him. He found a great deal of the old stimulus and piquancy in Langham's society, but there was an occasional irritability in his companion, especially toward himself personally, which puzzled him.
He sank back in his chair and applied himself to his cigar in silence, but his eyes never left Langham's face. Presently he took the cigar from between his strong even teeth. "Now, I'm going to give you my theory," he said. "I want to see what you think of it but remember always, I believe in letting well enough alone!
That accounts for the fact that when he and I begin to talk novels I am always nowhere. 'I shouldn't have supposed you ever read them, said Rose, obeying an irresistible impulse, and biting her lip the moment afterwards. Natures like Langham's, in which the nerves are never normal, have their moments of felicity, balancing their weeks of timidity and depression.
Father and daughter had been driven across the Square by Thompson, the Idle Hour foreman, and they had passed below the windows of Langham's office on their way to the station. It had seemed to him an iniquitous thing that the old statesman's position and influence should be brought into the case to defeat his hopes, to rob him of his vengeance, to imperil his very safety.
But, as always happens, neither her remonstrances, nor Mr. Grey's common-sense, nor Langham's fidgety protests had any effect on the young enthusiast to whom self-slaughter came so easy. During the latter half of his third year of teaching he was continually being sent away by the doctors, and coming back only to break down again.
Natures like Langham's, in which the nerves are never normal, have their moments of felicity, balancing their weeks of timidity and depression. After his melancholy of the last two days, the tide of reaction had been mounting within him, and the sight of Rose had carried it to its height. She gave a little involuntary stare of astonishment.
"Don't forget to ask your sister's husband about that chap in the P.W.D.," he called after her. "He's sure to know all about it. What's his name? your brother-in-law, I mean." But Miss Ross had disappeared. "Now how the devil," he muttered, "am I to make my mind, my mind, a perfect blank?" Two hours later Sir Langham's snores grievously disturbed the occupants of adjacent cabins.
And so we return to the Wednesday following this unexpected meeting. The drawing-room at No. 27 was beginning to fill. Rose stood at the door receiving the guests as they flowed in, while Agnes in the background dispensed tea. She was discussing with herself the probability of Langham's appearance. 'Whom shall I introduce him to first? she pondered, while she shook hands. 'The poet?
His tender mood had changed to a vindictive one, and he had sworn to be restored to his rights, or to devote his life to effect the ruin and extermination of the house of Hereward. The next morning, at the appointed hour, the Duke of Hereward drove to Langham's, and sent up his card to Mr. John Scott.
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