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But she was standing beside a small marble statue in the farthest drawing-room, and her lips had on them a slight sense of chill as though they had just been laid to something cold. She pulled off the handkerchief from her eyes. Above her was Langham's face, a marvellous glow and animation in every line of it. 'Have I done it? she asked in a tremulous whisper.
With trembling fingers he took the cigar the gambler handed him. "Now light up," said Gilmore. He watched Langham strike a match, watched his shaking hands as he brought its flame to the cigar's end. "That's better," he said as the first puff of smoke left Langham's colorless lips. "So you think you want to know what I mean, eh?
She gave him a last contemptuous glance and drew her veil. "Now open the door," she said insolently. He did so, and she brushed past him swiftly and stepped out into the long hall. For a moment North stood staring after her, and then he closed the door. When North quitted Marshall Langham's office, Gilmore, after a brief instant of irresolution, stepped into the room.
Don't tell me you can't do anything more for me. I won't have it!" Langham's face was red, and his eyes blazed angrily, but Gilmore met his glance with a look of stern insistence that could not be misunderstood. "I have done what I could for you," the lawyer said at last, choking down his rage. "Oh, go to hell! You know you haven't hurt yourself," said Gilmore insolently.
The old merchant nodded understandingly. "I hope you can arrange to let me have the money for them to-day," continued North. "I think I can manage it, John. Atkinson and Judge Langham's boy, Marsh, were just here and left a bit of cash. Maybe I can make up the sum." While he was speaking, he had gone to the safe which stood open in one corner of the small office.
The sound of that voice and the suspicion it instantly begot added to his furious hatred of North, for he had long suspected that something more than friendship existed between Marshall Langham's wife and Marshall Langham's friend. "Damn him!" thought the gambler. "I'll fix him yet!" And he puffed at his cigar viciously.
It was not only his relations to the beauty, however, his interest in her career, or his perpetual consciousness of Mrs. Elsmere's cold dislike and disapproval of his presence in her mother's drawing-room, that accounted for Langham's heightened mental temperature this winter. The existence and the proceedings of Mr. Hugh Flaxman had a very considerable share in it. 'Tell me about Mr.
"Oh, there's no chance of that, your evidence won't hang him, but it will give him a whole lot to think about; and Langham's a pretty decent fellow; if you treat him right, he'll keep you drunk for the rest of your days; you'll own him body and soul." "A ignorant man like me couldn't go up against a sharp lawyer like Marsh Langham! Do you know what'd happen to me?
When Islip died, in 1366, and Langham, originally a monk of Canterbury, was made archbishop, the appointment of Wyclif was pronounced void by Langham, and the revenues of the Hall of which he was warden, or president, were sequestered. Wyclif on this appealed to the Pope, who, however, ratified Langham's decree, as it would be expected, for the Pope sustained the friars whom Wyclif had denounced.
He would talk of other men and other men's' labors by the hour, but not of his own. Elsmere reflected on the fact, mingling with the reflection a certain humorous scorn of his own constant openness and readiness to take counsel with the world. 'However, his book isn't a mere excuse, as Langham's is, Elsmere inwardly remarked. 'Langham, in a certain sense, plays even with learning; Mr.
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