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Updated: June 16, 2025
Oswyn had risen from his chair, with his wonted restlessness, and was gazing out upon the lazy, evening life of the great river.
I don't wish to make it a charge on you, a burden, only sometimes it has struck me lately that you were interested in the child, that you liked her, and I have taken the liberty of making you a sort of guardian. She could live with the Bullens " "Oh, I like her I like her!" cried Oswyn, with a short laugh.
"But Charles! How did he know? Does he believe it? Who told him?" Mary had gently disengaged her arm from Eve's restraining hand. She stepped back for an instant, excusing herself to her expectant cavalier. "One of Philip's friends told him to-day proved it to him, he says. It was a Mr. Oswyn."
"I will come, sir, and and thank you!" she said, with a quaver in her voice. And then, in obedience to Rainham's playfully threatening gesture, she turned away. Rainham gazed after her until she had turned the corner. "I'm sorry to have treated you to this scene," he said apologetically, as he joined Oswyn, who was gazing over the narrow bridge.
The first words which Rainham spoke recalled to Oswyn the powerful reason which had determined him to preserve his old neutrality, and to make an offering of silence upon the altar of his regard for the only man with whom he could feel that he had something in common.
"There are certain persons who must absolutely know the truth," said Oswyn bluntly. "If I pledge you my word that the persons whom you mean shall be immediately enlightened, will you leave me to act alone?" The other was silent for a moment revolving the proposition, half surprised at the unwonted humility of the barrister's eagerness.
Oswyn waited a little longer, in half expectation of his further utterance; but Rainham made no sign, lay quite motionless and hushed, his hands clasped outside of the counterpane as if already in the imitation of death; then the other rose and made a quiet exit, imagining that his friend slept, or would soon sleep.
"Oh, look at it!" cried Oswyn. "My dear fellow, I don't, and won't." He pointed his words, which Rainham found meaningless enough, with an impatient dig of his rusty boot against the fragrant wood, and his friend considered him curiously in the light of the blaze which his gesture had provoked. "Is there anything wrong?" he asked. "More wrong than usual, I mean."
Oswyn indulged in a little, harsh laugh, shrugging his shoulders. "That would be too fatuous, Mr. Sylvester." "I might suggest it," went on Charles slowly. "Perhaps, then, you will be surprised when I tell you that I believe it to be genuine. May I ask, Mr. Oswyn, why you move in this matter?"
When the next morning came, Oswyn felt desperately inclined to break the promise which Mosenthal had, with some difficulty, exacted from him, and to keep far from Bond Street and the crowd who even then were assembling to cast their careless glances and light words at the work of his life; it was only the fear of the taint of cowardice, and a certain perversity, which induced him eventually to present himself within the gallery rather late in the afternoon.
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