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Yes," he added, turning to Rainham, "I'm very sorry, but I've got to take my wife out to dinner, and I shall have to catch a train in, let me see, about ten minutes." "Really? Well, then, clearly you must sit down again, Oswyn; I won't be left alone at any price. That's right.
"And there was a time not so very long ago, either when Lightmark and Oswyn were on pretty good terms too!" "Ah, well; most people quarrel with old Oswyn sooner or later. But it certainly does look a little as if as if Lightmark had done something and the other two had found it out Oswyn first. However, it's no business of ours.
I only entreat you to answer me a question which perhaps no one now living can answer but you. Ah!" she broke off with a gesture of sudden passion "I have been so cruelly kept in the dark." Oswyn lowered his eyes for a moment, considering. A curious wave of reminiscence swept over him, giving to this strange juxtaposition the last touch of completion.
"This is an unexpected honour," said Oswyn coldly, disregarding the proffered hand; "unexpected and unwelcome!" Then he would have turned away, leaving his contempt and hatred unspoken, but his passion was too strong. "Have you come to seek ideas for your next Academy picture," he continued quickly, with a sneer trembling on his lips, "or for the Outcry?"
She gave me the case with the portrait years ago, in Florence." Oswyn glanced at him curiously and shrewdly through a thin haze of blue smoke, watching him restore the faded, little receptacle almost reverentially to the breast-pocket of his coat.
Furnival and Co., the firm of solicitors who had acted for Rainham, and were now representing Oswyn as his friend's sole executor. It contained a brief intimation that the grant of probate of the late Mr.
The tea was already simmering on the rickety table in the bow-window, when Oswyn, staggering under his impedimenta, climbed the staircase, and shouldered his way familiarly into the room. "How fearfully wet you must be!" said his host lazily from the depths of an arm-chair. "Help yourself to a pair of slippers and a dry coat, and have some tea. It's strong enough even for you by this time."
It stretched itself out before her like a great, gray plain, the arid desolation of the road being rendered only more terrible by the flowers with which it would be strewn. For suddenly, while Oswyn had been speaking, she had recognised that after all she would go back; the other course had been merely the first bitter cry, half hysterical, of her grief.
Oswyn deliberated for a moment, with a curious expression flitting over his face, biting his lip and frowning slightly, as he gazed at the fireplace, where Rainham's long-cherished letters from Eve and Lady Garnett's delicate, witty compositions were represented by a little heap of wavering black ashes. The lawyer looked at his watch uneasily.
And, after all, might not Oswyn adhere to the silence which he had so long maintained? He reasoned quickly and indeterminately, vaguely skimming the surface of many ominous probabilities and finding no hopeful resting-place for conjecture, finally allowing a little desperate gesture to escape him.
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