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Updated: June 2, 2025
The tragedy moves on; the house of Atreus falls, and the wrath of implacable gods bellows across the heavens; meanwhile, the watchman has gone home to have tea with his family, and we hear no more of him. There are any number of morals to this. Mrs. Ashmeade comes into the story on the day Patricia went to Lichfield, and some weeks after John Charteris's arrival at Matocton.
He goes his own way always, tricky and furtive and lonelier than any other human being I have ever known. It is loneliness that looks out of his eyes, really, even when he is mocking and sneering," the colonel meditated. Then he sighed and went back to the tabulation of his lists of wills. The day was growing strong in the maple-grove behind Matocton.
"Oh, well ! You know how Lichfield gossips," said Mrs. Pendomer. Colonel Musgrave had smoked a preposterous number of unsatisfying cigarettes on the big front porch of Matocton whilst Mrs. Pendomer was absent on her mission; and on her return, flushed and triumphant, he rose in eloquent silence. "I've done it, Rudolph," said Mrs. Pendomer. "Done what?" he queried, blankly.
Both seemed a trifle more serious than they were wont to be. After supper, Tom Gelwix brought forth a mandolin, and most of the house-party sang songs, sentimental and otherwise, upon the front porch of Matocton. Anne had disappeared somewhere. Musgrave subsequently discovered her in one of the drawing-rooms, puzzling over a number of papers which her maid had evidently just brought to her. Mrs.
"Oh, I was only quoting Patricia," the colonel largely said, "and er Jack," he continued. "By the way, Jack, Clarice Pendomer will be at Matocton " "I rejoice in her good luck," said Charteris, equably. " and well! I was wondering ?" "I can assure you that there will be no trouble. That skeleton is safely locked in its closet, and the key to that closet is missing more thanks to you.
There was upon the table a large photograph in sepia of Patricia Stapylton. He studied this now. She was very beautiful, he thought. "'Nor thou detain her vesture's hem' " said the colonel aloud. "Oh, that infernal Yankee understood, even though he was born in Boston!" And this as coming from a Musgrave of Matocton, may fairly be considered as a sweeping tribute to the author of Give All to Love.
He wondered, vaguely, what might have been the outcome if Rudolph Musgrave had whole-heartedly sought, not waited for, the great adventure; if Rudolph Musgrave had put however irrationally more energy and less second-thought into living; if Rudolph Musgrave had not been contented to be just a Musgrave of Matocton.... Well, it was too late now.
It would only signify trouble and dissatisfaction and giving up all this" she waved her hand lightly toward the lawns of Matocton, "and it would mean our giving you up, for, you know, you haven't any money of your own, Rudolph. Ah, Rudolph, we can't give you up! We need you to lead our Lichfield germans, and to tell us naughty little stories, and keep us amused. So please be sensible, Rudolph."
The colonel was then sedately writing amid a host of motionless mute watchers, for at Matocton most of the portraits hang in the East Drawing-room. Thus, above the great marble mantel, carved with thyrsi, and supported by proud deep-bosomed caryatides, you will find burly Sebastian Musgrave, "the Speaker," an all-overbearing man even on canvas.
And at this period Colonel Musgrave noted and admired the apparent unconcern with which John Charteris and Clarice Pendomer encountered at Matocton. And at this period Colonel Musgrave noted with approval the intimacy which was, obviously, flourishing between the little novelist and Patricia.
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