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'Because it is impossible for me to pretend sympathy with Mr. Mutimer's views. In the moment that I heard of the will my action with regard to New Wanley was determined. What I purpose doing is so inevitably the result of my strongest convictions that nothing could change me. 'Will you tell me what you are going to do? Adela asked, in a tone more like his own. 'It will pain You.
Mutimer's views were distinctly Conservative, and hitherto she had never taken Richard's Radicalism seriously; on the whole she had regarded it as a fairly harmless recreation for his leisure hours decidedly preferable to a haunting of public-houses and music-halls.
Waltham. 'Ah! you think not? 'I am quite sure he said that unconsciously, the lady remarked to herself. 'He's thinking of some quite different affair. 'Mr. Eldon, the clergyman resumed, fixing upon her an absent eye, 'is Mr. Mutimer's son-in-law, I understand? 'His brother, Mr. Godfrey Eldon, was. Mrs. Waltham corrected. 'Ah! the one that died? He said it questioningly; then added
Her cry was haro! Really, this was sharp practice on Mrs. Waltham's part; it was stealing a march before the commencement of the game. Did there not exist a tacit understanding that movements were postponed until Mutimer's occupation of the Manor? Adela was a very nice young girl, to be sure, a very nice girl indeed, but one must confess that she had her eyes open.
'I've been to Belwick to-day, she began, sitting very close to Mrs. Waltham, whose lap she kept touching as she spoke with excited fluency. 'I've seen Mrs. Yottle. My dear, what do you think she has told me? Mrs. Yottle was the wife of a legal gentleman who had been in Mr. Mutimer's confidence. Mrs. Waltham at once divined intelligence affecting the Eldons. 'What? she asked eagerly.
'What is it? he asked, his attention gradually awakened by surprise. He did not move forward to meet her extended hand. 'You will see it is the will that we thought was destroyed old Mr. Mutimer's will. She rose and brought it to him. He looked at her with a sceptical smile, which was involuntary, and lingered on his face even after he had begun to read the document.
Besides, haven't they soaped old Mutimer into leaving them all his property? The whole affair is the best illustration one could possibly have of what aristocrats are brought to in a democratic age. First of all, Godfrey Eldon marries Mutimer's daughter; you are at liberty to believe, if you like, that he would have married her just the same if she hadn't had a penny. The old fellow is flattered.
Had he been called upon to suffer in any way for the 'cause of the people, it would speedily have been demonstrated of what metal his enthusiasm was made. But there came a different kind of test. In the winter which followed upon Mutimer's downfall, Nicholas Dabbs fell ill and died. He was married but had no children, and his wife had been separated from him for several years.
Under ordinary circumstances Mutimer's change of fortune would have seemed to his old mates a sufficient explanation of his behaviour to Emma Vine; they certainly would not have gone out of their way to condemn him. But Richard was by this time vastly unpopular with most of those who had once glorified him.
There's the "Fiery Cross," and there's Roodhouse with his "Tocsin," and now I s'pose Dick'll be startin' another paper of his own. 'No, no, replied Mutimer's supporter. 'He holds by the "Fiery Cross" still, so he said this mornin'. I've no opinion o' Roodhouse myself. He makes a deal o' noise, but I can't 'see as he does anything.
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