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And since, of all things, Nature is ironical, it was fitting that he should seek the Park this day when it was gayest. And far in the Park, as near the centre as might be, he lay down on the grass. For a long time he lay without moving, his hands over his eyes, and in spite of Mr. Paramor's reminder that his suffering was unnecessary, he suffered.
'How dare he speak of her like that! Mr. Paramor's voice broke in on his meditations. "Still cooling your heels? Why did you play the deuce with us in there?" "I hate a sham," said Gregory. "This marriage of my ward's is a sham. She had better live honestly with the man she really loves!" "So you said just now," returned Mr. Paramor. "Would you apply that to everyone?" "I would."
Paramor's face changed with startling speed from its haunting look back to his smile. "Well," he said, "for the preservation of morality. What do you suppose?" "Do you call it moral so to imprison people that you drive them to sin in order to free themselves?" Mr. Paramor obliterated the face on his blotting-pad. "Where's your sense of humour?" he said. "I see no joke, Paramor." Mr.
"Not in face, not in face; but they've both got " Mr. Paramor's meaning was lost in a smile; and Mrs. Pendyce, who did not know that the word "Pendycitis" was on the tip of his tongue, smiled vaguely too. "George is very determined," she said. "Do you think oh, do you think, Mr. Paramor, that you will be able to persuade Captain Bellew's solicitors " Mr.
Paramor's lips quivered; he drew the draft closer, took up a blue pencil, and, squeezing Shelton's arm, began to read. The latter, following his uncle's rapid exposition of the clauses, was relieved when he paused suddenly. "If you die and she marries again," said Mr. Paramor, "she forfeits her life interest see?" "Oh!" said Shelton; "wait a minute, Uncle Ted." Mr.
Pendyce's voice, to which the intimate trouble of his thoughts lent a certain dignity, broke in: "Gentlemen, this is a question concerning the honour of my house." There was another and a longer silence, during which Mr. Paramor's eyes haunted from face to face, while beyond the rose a smile writhed on his lips.
Paramor's eyes haunted his client's bowed head. "I'm not joking," he said. "God forbid! Do you read poetry?" And opening a drawer, he took out a book bound in red leather. "This is a man I'm fond of: "'Life is mostly froth and bubble; Two things stand like stone KINDNESS in another's trouble, COURAGE in your own. "That seems to me the sum of all philosophy."
When he was dead, he would have no other way of seeing that she continued to belong to him. Exactly! Mr. Paramor's haunting eyes were fastened on his nephew's face. "Well, my dear," they seemed to say, "what 's the matter?" Exactly! Why should she have his money if she married again? She would forfeit it. There was comfort in the thought.
He had been back at his rooms in Buckingham Street half an hour when a club commissionaire arrived with Mr. Paramor's promised letter. He opened it hastily. "I've just come from seeing your ward. An embarrassing complexion is lent to affairs by what took place last night.
A smile wreathed Mr. Paramor's mouth, but died instantly. "Ecclesiastical principles, and according to these a person desiring a divorce 'ipso facto' loses caste. That they should have to make spies or beasts of themselves is not of grave importance." Gregory came back to the table, and again buried his head in his hands. "Don't joke, please, Paramor," he said; "it's all so painful to me." Mr.
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