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"Carstairs, love, is here!" "Oh mamma, what has brought him?" "He has gone into the school with your papa to see Mr. Peacocke. He always was very fond of Mr. Peacocke." For a moment something of a feeling of jealousy crossed her heart, but only for a moment. He would not surely have come to Bowick if he had begun to be indifferent to her already! "Papa says that he will probably stay to dinner."
"Boys will go and boys will come, but we run on for ever," said the Doctor, playfully. "I can well understand that it should be so," said Mrs. Peacocke, passing over the Doctor's parody as though unnoticed; "and I perceive that I ought not to be here." "Where ought you to be, then?" said he, intending simply to carry on his joke. "Where indeed! There is no where.
Should this man be with the Doctor first, and should the story be told as he would tell it, then it would be impossible for Mr. Peacocke, in acknowledging the truth of it all, to bring his friend's mind back to the condition in which it would have been had this intruder not been in the way. And yet he could not make a race of it with the man.
"Who is to say what is evidence, and what not?" asked the man, not unnaturally. "Mr. Peacocke must be the judge," said the Doctor. "I ain't going to agree to that," said the other. "Though he were to see him dead, he might swear he hadn't, and not give me a red cent. Why ain't I to be judge as well as he?" "Because you can trust him, and he cannot in the least trust you," said the Doctor.
"Yes, something is so wrong as to alter for me all the ordinary ways of my life. But I wasn't thinking of it. It came by accident, just because I am so troubled." "What is it?" "There has been a man here, a man whom I knew in America." "An enemy?" "Yes, an enemy. One who is anxious to do me all the injury he can." "Are you in his power, Mr. Peacocke?" "No, thank God; not that.
She was all alone there, waiting, waiting, waiting, till the dreary days should have gone by. And if no good news should come, if Mr. Peacocke should return with tidings that her husband was alive and well, what should she do then? What would the world then have in store for her?
Before the end of the week had arrived, there came a letter to him which he had not at all expected, and a letter also to the Doctor, both from Lord Bracy. The letter to Mr. Peacocke was as follows: "MY DEAR SIR, I have been much gratified by what I have heard both from Dr. Wortle and my son as to his progress.
Peacocke was to be expected in a week or ten days, and then hurried back to give what assistance she could in the much more important difficulties of her own daughter. Of course they were much more important to her. Was her girl to become the wife of a young lord, to be a future countess? Was she destined to be the mother-in-law of an earl? Of course this was much more important to her.
Peacocke looked round and saw that they were alone. "I shall hand out nothing till I see your brother's grave," said Peacocke. "You won't?" "Not a dollar! What is the good of your going on like that? You ought to know me well enough by this time." "But you do not know me well enough. You must have taken me for a very tame sort o' critter." "Perhaps I have." "Maybe you'll change your mind."
At St. Louis Mrs. Peacocke had become acquainted with two brothers named Lefroy, who had come up from Louisiana, and had achieved for themselves characters which were by no means desirable. They were sons of a planter who had been rich in extent of acres and number of slaves before the war of the Secession.
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