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And afterwards, when every one had gone, Edward took him to his study and told him he had found us out, and they drew lots which should kill himself within five months and I listened at the door." Lady Newhaven's voice rose half strangled, hardly human, in a shrill grotesque whimper above the sobs which were shaking her. There was no affectation about her now.
And there is no doubt that Sybell had been too unwell to appear at Lady Newhaven's garden-party the previous summer, because Lady Newhaven had the week before advanced her cherished theory of "one life one love," to the delight of Lord Newhaven and the natural annoyance of Sybell, whose second husband was at that moment handing tea and answering "That depends" when appealed to.
This was undoubtedly true, though not probably the view which her guardian angel would take of the matter. Among the letters which the servant had brought him he suddenly recognized that the topmost was in Lady Newhaven's handwriting. Anger and repulsion seized him. No doubt it was the first of a series. "Why was he so altered? What had she done to offend him?" etc., etc.
Hugh saw again the quiet study with its electric reading-lamp, the pistols over the mantel-piece, the tiger glint in Lord Newhaven's eyes. He was like Cassius. He, too, had been ready to risk life, everything in the prosecution of his hate. "He shall never stand looking down on my body," said Hugh to himself, "with his cursed foot upon me."
"There may be something more behind which we don't know about." "I have a feeling, it has come over me again and again lately, that I shall be released, and that Hugh and I shall be happy together yet." And Lady Newhaven turned her face against the high back of her carved oak chair and sobbed hysterically. "Could you be happy if you had brought about Lord Newhaven's death?" said Rachel.
After an interminable interval Lord Newhaven's luggage returned, the familiar portmanteau and dressing-bag, and even the novel which he was reading when he left Westhope, with the mark still in it. All came back. And a coffin came back, too, and was laid before the little altar in the disused chapel.
The diamond sun upon Lady Newhaven's breast quivered a little, a very little, as Hugh greeted her, and she turned to offer the same small smile and gloved hand to the next comer, whose name was leaping before him from one footman to another. "Mr. Richard Vernon." Lady Newhaven's wide blue eyes looked vague. Her hand hesitated.
This strongly built, ill-dressed man, with his keen, brown, deeply scarred face and crooked mouth, was unknown to her. Lord Newhaven darted forward. "Dick!" he exclaimed, and Dick shot forth an immense mahogany hand and shook Lord Newhaven's warmly. "Well," he said, after Lord Newhaven had introduced him to his wife, "I'm dashed if I knew who either of you were.
Lady Newhaven's thoughts travelled back, in spite of herself, to her marriage with Lord Newhaven, and the humble, boundless admiration which she had accepted as a matter of course, which had been extinguished so entirely, so inexplicably, soon after marriage, which had been succeeded by still more inexplicable paroxysms of bitterness and contempt.
"Hett," said the woman carelessly, "let yon flea stick i' the wa'. I fancy I began on ye. Aweel, Cirsty," said she, falling into a friendlier tone; "it's the place we live in spoils us Newhaven's an impudent toon, as sure as deeth. "I passed through the Auld Toon the noo a place I never speak in; an' if they did na glower at me as I had been a strange beast.
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