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For some time now, as I have already more than hinted, Sepia had been fashioning a man to her thrall Mewks, namely, the body- servant of Mr. Redmain. It was a very gradual process she had adopted, and it had been the more successful. It had got so far with him that whatever Sepia showed the least wish to understand, Mewks would take endless trouble to learn for her.
There are men a man might well kill, if he were anything less than ready to die for them. The difference between the man that hates and the man that kills may be nowhere but in the courage. These are grewsome thinkings: let us leave them but hating with them. All the afternoon Sepia hovered about Mr. Rcdmain's door, down upon Mewks every moment he appeared.
"Then you go home," he said. "I will send for you when I want you." The moment she was out of the room, he rang his bell violently. Mewks appeared. "Go after that young woman do you hear? You know her Miss damn it, what's her name? Harland or Cranston, or oh, hang it! you know well enough, you rascal!" "Do you mean Miss Marston, sir?" "Of course I do! Why didn't you say so before?
Nobody entered the room except Mewks, who, when he did, seemed to watch everything, and try to hear everything, and once Lady Margaret. When she saw Mary seated by the bed, though she must have known well enough she was there, she drew herself up with grand English repellence, and looked scandalized. Mary rose, and was about to retire. But Mr. Redmain motioned her to sit still.
For some years he had suffered increasingly from recurrent attacks of the disease to which I have already referred; and, whatever might be the motive of his mother-in-law's behavior, certainly, in those attacks, it was a comfort to him to be near her. On such occasions in London, his sole attendant was his man Mewks. Mary was delighted to see more of her country.
"Whom is this from?" asked Mary, with the usual human waste of inquiry, seeing she held the surest answer in her hand. "Mr. Mewks gave it me," said Jemima. "He didn't say whom it was from." Mary made haste to open it: she had an instinctive distrust of everything that passed through Mewks's hands, and greatly feared that, much as his master trusted him, he was not true to him.
No sooner was she in her husband's room than Sepia hastened to unlock Mary's door; but, just as she did so, she heard some one on the stair above, and retreated without going in. She would then have turned the key again, but now she heard steps on the stair below, and once more withdrew. Mary heard a knock at her door. Mewks entered.
He instantly left the room, with the door a trifle ajar, and listening intently, heard his master say that Mr. Brett must come again the next morning; that he felt better, and would think over the suggestions he had made; and that he must leave the memoranda within his reach, on the table by his bedside. Ere the lawyer issued, Mewks was on his way with all this to his tempter.
While he was thus questioning, Joseph crept softly out of the window; and all the rest of the night he lay on the top of the wall under it. "It was Miss Yolland," answered Mary. "What business had she in my room?" "She shall not enter it again while I am here." "Don't let Mewks in either," he rejoined. "I heard the door unlock and lock again: what did it mean?" "Wait till to-morrow.
The following was the conversation concerning the purport of which Mewks was left to what conjecture was possible to a serving-man of his stamp. Mary held out her hand to Jasper, and it disappeared in his. He held it for a moment with a great but gentle grasp, and, as he let it go, said: "I took the liberty of watching for you, miss. I wanted to ask a favor of you.
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