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The rector's voice had risen while he spoke, till it almost clamored for reply. His eyes were more clamorous still, insistent in their demand upon Malling. Nevertheless voice and eyes pushed Malling toward caution. Something within him said, "Be careful what you do!" and, acting surprise, he answered: "Chichester changed! In what way?" The rector's countenance fell. "You haven't observed it?"
Again and again he seemed to be on the verge of some remark, perhaps of some outburst of speech, and to check himself only when the words were almost visibly trembling on his lips. In his eyes Malling saw plainly his longing for utterance, his hesitation; reserve and a desire to liberate his soul, the one fighting against the other.
To look into his face had been to look at the happiness which comes only to those who do right things, and are at peace with their own souls. What could have happened to change this charming, if too pliant, personality into the critical, watchful, almost so at moments it seemed to Malling aggressive curate who was now, always in a gentlemanly way, making things rather difficult for his rector?
Voices were audible below, Ellen's voice and another woman's. "You, ma'am! Oh, of course he will see you!" "Of course." "I didn't know who it was, ma'am." "Is it this way?" "Yes, ma'am. I'll show you. We do feel it, ma'am. The poor gentleman used to come here so often of nights." "Did he? I didn't know that." Malling recognized the second voice as Lady Sophia's.
Malling, you are the only person I know who, having been acquainted with Henry Chichester, has at last met him again after a prolonged interval of separation. Two years, you said. People who see a man from day to day observe very little or nothing. Changes occur and are not noticed by them. A man and his wife live together and grow old.
Malling fumbled her glasses out of her pocket and adjusted them on her nose. She had paused in her work to receive her letters, which had just been brought from Lakeville. The girls stood by waiting to learn the news. The summer kitchen was stifling hot.
The ignorant outsider, the hastily skeptical, of course would say that there could have been no result. Malling, knowing more, knew better. He had seen strange cases of temporary confusion of a man's will brought about by sittings, of what had seemed temporary change even of a man's nature. When a hitherto sane man goes mad he often becomes the opposite of what he was.
"Not one cent shall you have; do you hear? I thank God that I am here to stop you robbing these, your mother and sister." Mrs. Malling tried to interfere, but he waved her back. "I've come at the right time, and I tell you that you shall not take one cent of the money. I will never leave you lest you should wheedle it from them. I will spoil your game. This is what I intend to do.
Harding, too. I might be of use, possibly." "I'll ask him, sir. He's laying down on the bed, I do believe." Ellen hurried up-stairs with the card. It seemed to Malling that she was away for a long time. At last she returned. "If you please, sir, Mr. Chichester wants to know if it's anything important. He's feeling very bad, poor gentleman.
He glanced hastily from one to the other of the three people in the room, like a man searching for sympathy or help. "What were you saying about our friend Chichester's sermon?" he asked, with a forced air of interest. Lady Sophia distributed cups for tea. "I was speaking of that part of it which dealt with the man who followed his double," said Malling. "Ah?" said the rector.
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