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She drummed on the window with impatient fingers; and then, drowning the little tapping noise they made, came the sound of an opening door and Melrose's placid voice announcing: "Mr. Quarrington." Magda whirled round from the window. "Michael!" she exclaimed joyfully. "I was just wondering if you would be able to get over this evening. I suppose you came while you could!" laughing.
He realized that he himself had been haunted of late by the constant expectation that they might turn up. Well, now they had turned up. Was he at once to make way for them, as Tatham clearly took for granted? to advise Melrose to tear up his newly made will, and gracefully surrender his expectations as Melrose's heir to this girl of twenty-one? By no means!
"Melrose's wife and daughter! Great Scot! So they're not dead?" Tatham stood amazed. "He seems to have done his best to kill them. They're starved and destitute. But here they are." "And why in the name of fortune do they come to us?" "We are cousins, my dear and I saw her twenty years ago. It isn't a bad move. Indeed the foolish woman might have come before."
A short-lived triumph indeed, as far as the hunt was concerned; for the building of the ten-foot wall had followed, and Melrose's final breach with the gentry of his county. Never since had Tatham set foot in the Ogre's demesne; and he examined every feature of it with the most lively interest.
All he knew was that he was always thirstily seeking something she showed no signs of giving him. But he himself was being rapidly swept off his feet. Since their meeting at Threlfall, which had been interrupted by Melrose's freakish return, there had been other meetings, as delightful as before, yet no more conclusive or encouraging. He and Lydia had indeed grown intimate.
"He is a queer chap," said Undershaw thoughtfully. "I've been as mad with him as anybody but somehow don't know. Suppose we wait a bit. Melrose's life is a bad one." But Barton refused to wait, and went off storming. The facts, he vowed, were more than enough. The weeks passed on. Duddon knew no longer what Green Cottage was doing.
To be sure!" General Melrose's look suddenly came to Maud and she felt herself colour a little. "He is an old friend of the family," she said. "We live not far from the Castle. My husband owns the Graydown Stables." "Oh, I know that," the General said courteously. "I know your husband, Mrs. Bolton, and I am proud to know him. What I did not know until to-day was that he was your husband.
Melrose's face fell, and she looked at Susy with the plaintive bewilderment of the wielder of millions to whom everything that cannot be bought is imperceptible. "But I can't see why you can't change your plans," she murmured with a soft persistency. "Ah, well, you know" Susy paused on a slow inward smile "they're not mine only, as it happens." Mrs. Melrose's brow clouded.
The man who led him pointed out the picture, the chair, the marks of the muddy soles on the wainscotting, and along the gallery reconstructing the murder, in low tones, as though the dead man still lay there. A hideous oppression indeed hung over the house. Melrose's ghost held it. The police officer knocked at Faversham's door. "Would Mr. Faversham receive Lord Tatham?"
But for the disposal of a man's superfluities, of such a fortune as Melrose's, there is no law there ought to be no law; and the English character, as distinct from the French, has decided that there shall be no law. "If his liking, or his caprice even," thought Faversham passionately, "chooses to make me his heir, he has every right to give, and I to accept.
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