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Young Moxey was soon amongst us again, none the worse for his involuntary immersion, although his bath was more than an ordinary risky one, owing to the proximity of sharks. From that exalted observatory, the mast head, we noticed the red colour from which the sea derives its name.
Should his subsidy be refused, then he would live on what his mother could allow him until probably with the aid of Christian Moxey he might obtain a salaried position. The letter was despatched, and with feverish impatience he awaited a reply. Nine days passed, and he heard nothing. Half that delay sufficed to bring out all the self-tormenting capacities of a nature such as his.
The manufacturer, who was growing stout in his mellow years and looking more leisurely than when Godwin first knew him, beamed with smiles of approbation. 'Glad to see you; glad to see you! I have heard of your doings at College. 'Nothing to boast of, Mr. Moxey. 'Why, what would satisfy you? A nephew of mine was there last Friday, and tells me you carried off half a hundredweight of prizes.
One may find the associates of his intellect in libraries the friend of one's emotions must walk in flesh and blood. Earwaker, Moxey these were in many respects admirable fellows, and he had no little love for them, but the world they represented was womanless, and so of flagrant imperfection.
'One does alter in eleven years, said Janet Moxey, in a very pleasant, natural voice a voice of habitual self-command, conveying the idea of a highly cultivated mind, and many other agreeable things. 'Eleven years? Yes, yes! How very glad I am to see you! And I'm sure Marcella was. How very kind of you to call on us!
Between the acts I was talking to Hunter, when a man came up to us, spoke to Hunter, and was introduced to me a Mr Warricombe. What do you think he said? "I believe you know my friend Peak, Mr. Moxey?" "Peak? To be sure! Can you tell me what has become of him?" He gave me an odd look. "Why, I met him last, some two months ago, in Devonshire."
Moxey had been waiting upstairs for an hour or two. Christian was reading. He laid down the book and rose languidly. Godwin understood these signs. He knew that his friend's intellect was rather brightened than impaired by such stimulus, and he affected not to be conscious of any peculiarity. 'As you wouldn't come to me, Christian began, 'I had no choice but to come to you.
You were a young lady, and a brilliant one. The tea seemed to intoxicate him. He noticed again that Constance glanced at him significantly. How good of her to allow him this delicious afternoon! 'Mr. Moxey, she said, after meditating a little, 'why haven't you married? I should have thought you would have married long ago. He was stricken dumb. Her jerky laugh came as a shock upon his hearing.
Janet paused, looked away, again turned her eyes upon him. 'You have friends there, I hope? she ventured. 'No, I have none. 'My cousin Christian, you remember would, I am sure, be very glad to help you in any way. Her voice sank, and at the same time she coloured just perceptibly under Godwin's gaze. 'So he assured me, was the reply. 'But I must learn to be independent, Miss Moxey.
Christian readily gave the desired information, and the listener mused over it. 'Have you any friends in London? Moxey asked, at length. 'No. But I don't think that matters. I shall work all the harder. 'Perhaps so, said the other, with some hesitation. And he added thoughtfully, 'It depends on one's temperament. Doesn't answer to be too much alone I speak for myself at all events.
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