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I cannot help dwelling for a moment on the scene, although it is not of the slightest consequence to my story, when Sir Giles and Lady Brotherton entered the reading-room of the resuscitated library of Moldwarp Hall. It was a bright day of Autumn. Outside all was brilliant.
The next day, and the next also, I remained at home. The following morning I went again to Moldwarp Hall. I had not been busy more than an hour or so when Clara, who, I presume, had in passing heard me at work, looked in. 'Who is a truant now? she said. 'Aren't you ashamed of yourself?
'Not a doubt of-that, if you set about it in earnest. 'How did he come to drop his surname? 'That has to be accounted for. 'It follows does it not? that I am of the same blood as the present possessors of Moldwarp Hall? 'You are but the relation is not a close one, said Mr Coningham. 'Sir Giles was but distantly related to the stock of which you come.
Touched to finer issues they could never have been, but suffering had given them a more responsive thrill. In a word, she was the Athanasia of my dream, not the Mary Osborne of the Moldwarp library. Conquering myself at last, and seeing a favourable opportunity, I approached her.
After some business matters had been discussed, I mentioned, merely for the sake of talk, the difficulty I was in the sole disadvantage of a residence in the country as compared with London, where the British Museum was the unfailing resort of all who required such aid as I was in want of. 'But there is the library at Moldwarp Hall, he said. 'Yes, there it is; but there is not here.
All places were alike to me now for the universe was but one dreary chasm whence I could not escape. One evening I sat by the open window of my chamber, which looked towards those trees and that fatal Moldwarp Hall. My suffering had now grown dull by its own excess, and I had moments of restless vacuity, the nearest approach to peace I had yet experienced.
'Of course but you are too hasty. Those facts are of more importance than you are aware involve other facts. Moldwarp Hall is your property, and not Sir Giles Brotherton's. 'Then the apple was my own, after all! I said to myself exultingly.
'It is all arranged, I believe, Sir Giles, I said. 'Mrs Wilson has already informed me which is my room. Good-night, Sir Giles. He shook hands with me kindly. I bowed to Lady Brotherton and retired. It may seem foolish to record such mere froth of conversation, but I want my reader to understand how a part, at least, of the family of Moldwarp Hall regarded me. My room looked dreary enough.
'A son of Mr Cumbermede of Lowdon Farm, I presume? said Alderforge, bowing interrogatively. 'A nephew, I answered. 'He was a most worthy man. By the way, Sir Giles, your young friend here must be a distant connection of your own. I found in some book or other lately, I forget where at the moment, that there were Cumbermedes at one time in Moldwarp Hall.
PROF. D. Miss Moldwarp? Is your mother here? C. No; she is not in town. PROF. D. Not living there? C. She lives with my grandfather at Darkglade. PROF. D. Indeed! I hope Mr. and Mrs. Aveland are well? C. Thank you, HE is well; but my grandmother is dead. PROF. D. Oh, I am sorry! I had not heard of his loss. How long ago did it happen? C. Last January twelvemonth.
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