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Throughout the length of the low white house there were but three windows lighted, three eyes looking at the moon, a fairy shallop sailing the night sky. The cedar-trees stood black as pitch. The old brown owl had ceased his hooting. Mr. Paramor gripped Gregory by the arm. "A nightingale! Did you hear him down in that spinney? It's a sweet place, this! I don't wonder Pendyce is fond of it.
"Yes, yes; I meant principles imported from the old ecclesiastical conception of marriage, which held man and wife to be undivorceable. That conception has been abandoned by the law, but the principles still haunt " "I don't understand." Mr. Paramor said slowly: "I don't know that anyone does. It's our usual muddle. But I know this, Vigil in such a case as your ward's we must tread very carefully.
Shelton caught the cringing glance of the girl's eyes; in the droop of her lip there was something sensuous, and the conviction that the young man's words were true came over him. "I had better not give them my private address," he thought, glancing at the faces opposite; and he wrote down the following: "Richard Paramor Shelton, c/o Paramor and Herring, Lincoln's Inn Fields."
"You can do more than any of us, Mrs. Pendyce, both with George and with this man Bellew and, if I am not mistaken, with his wife." The Squire broke in: "Don't think that I'll have any humble pie eaten to that fellow Bellew!" The look Mr. Paramor gave him at those words, was like that of a doctor diagnosing a disease.
He seemed to clip off intercourse as one clips off electric light. Shelton left him writing, and preceded the red-haired boy to an enormous room in the front where his uncle waited. Edmund Paramor was a medium-sized and upright man of seventy, whose brown face was perfectly clean-shaven. His grey, silky hair was brushed in a cock's comb from his fine forehead, bald on the left side.
"Paramor," said Gregory, "my ward is very dear to me; she is dearer to me than any woman I know. I am here in a most dreadful dilemma.
Pendyce dabbed the wicker flask on her husband's handkerchief. "Your eyes look tired," she said. "Have you a headache, dear?" It was on the following evening the evening on which he was expecting his son and Mr. Paramor that the Squire leaned forward over the dining-table and asked: "What do you say, Barter? I'm speaking to you as a man of the world."
"Will you come with me as far as Pall Mall? I 'm going to take an afternoon off; too cold for Lord's, I suppose?" They walked into the Strand. "Have you seen this new play of Borogrove's?" asked Shelton, as they passed the theatre to which he had been with Halidome. "I never go to modern plays," replied Mr. Paramor; "too d -d gloomy."
The Will had been drawn by James in his palmy days. He had foreseen almost every contingency. Old Jolyon sat a long time reading this Will; at last he took half a sheet of paper from the rack, and made a prolonged pencil note; then buttoning up the Will, he caused a cab to be called and drove to the offices of Paramor and Herring, in Lincoln's Inn Fields.
Pendyce turned from his wife, and said sharply: "Paramor, are you sure I can't cut the entail?" "As sure," said Mr. Paramor, "as I sit here!" Gregory walked long in the Scotch garden with his eyes on the stars. One, larger than all the rest, over the larches, shone on him ironically, for it was the star of love.
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