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I hope I may live to hear the end of the story. They left the restaurant, and in a few hours Earwaker was again on English soil. At Staple Inn a pile of letters awaited him, among them a note from Christian Moxey, asking for an appointment as soon as possible after the journalist's return. Earwaker at once sent an invitation, and on the next evening Moxey came.

In less than ten minutes he offered to take leave, and no one urged him to stay longer. Mr. Moxey made sober expression of good wishes, and hoped he might hear that the removal to London had proved 'advantageous'. This word sufficed to convert Godwin's irritation into wrath; he said an abrupt 'good-evening', raised his hat as awkwardly as usual, and stalked away.

On taking leave, he asked: 'Any news of Peak yet? 'None. I haven't seen Moxey for a long time. 'Do you think Peak will look you up again, if he's in London? 'No, I think he'll keep away. And I half hope he will; I shouldn't quite know how to behave. Ten to one he's in London now. I suppose he couldn't stay at Exeter. But he may have left England.

'I wonder, he exclaimed, 'that you never seriously thought of a profession for which you are so evidently cut out. Godwin kept silence; his face had darkened, and he seated himself with sullen weariness. 'Tell me what you've been doing, resumed Moxey. 'Why haven't I heard from you? 'I should have come in a day or two. I thought you were probably out of town.

Less than a year later she had bitterly repented this, and in some way or other she allowed Moxey to know it. Since then they have been Platonic lovers nothing more, I am convinced. They see each other about once in six months, and presumably live on a hope that the obnoxious husband may decease. I only know the woman as "Constance"; never saw her. 'So that's Moxey? I begin to understand better.

This was the best way. From the Lilywhites, other people would hear of him, and perchance their conjectures would be charitable. Without much hesitation he had settled his immediate plans. To London he would not return, for he dreaded the temptations to which the proximity of Sidwell would expose him, and he had no mind to meet with Moxey or Earwaker.

Of Marcella Moxey he could not think emotionally; indeed she emphasised by her personality the lack which caused his suffering. Sidwell Warricombe suggested, more completely than any woman he had yet observed, that companionship without which life must to the end taste bitter.

Any posers this time? My nephew won't be out of it; he belongs to the firm of Bates Brothers the Rotherhithe people, you know. This information was a surprise to Godwin. He had imagined Christian Moxey either a gentleman at large, or at all events connected with some liberal profession. Glancing at the attractive face, he met a singular look, a smile which suggested vague doubts.

In different ways, Christian and Marcella Moxey had both been lonely since their childhood. As a schoolgirl, Marcella seemed to her companions conceited and repellent; only as the result of reflection in after years did Sylvia Moorhouse express so favourable an opinion of her.

With a sense of magnanimity, which afterwards excited his wonder, he pressed the cold hand and said in a cheerful tone: 'Our introduction took place long ago, if I'm not mistaken. I had no idea, Miss Moxey, that you were among Mrs. Moorhouse's friends. 'Nor I that you were, Mr. Peak, came the answer, in a steadier voice than Godwin had expected. Mrs.

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