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"Certainly not; certainly not," said the Doctor. And then the interview was at an end. Mr. Peacocke, when he went away from the Rectory, did not at once return to his own house, but went off for a walk alone. It was now nearly midsummer, and there was broad daylight till ten o'clock.
Wortle herself entertained a feeling of the same kind. It was palpable, on the face of it, to all except Dr. Wortle himself, and to Mrs. Peacocke. Mrs. Stantiloup, who had made her way into the palace, was quite convincing on this point. Everybody knew, she said, that the Doctor went across, and saw the lady all alone, every day. Everybody did not know that.
So it was with a letter now received at Bowick, in which the Bishop expressed his opinion that Dr. Wortle ought not to pay any further visits to Mrs. Peacocke till she should have settled herself down with one legitimate husband, let that legitimate husband be who it might.
She had been only sixteen when her father died, and not seventeen when she married Ferdinand Lefroy. It was she who afterwards came to England under the name of Mrs. Peacocke. Mr. Peacocke was Vice-President of the College at Missouri when he first saw her, and when he first became acquainted with the two brothers, each of whom was called Colonel Lefroy.
"MY DEAR LADY ANNE, Of course your duty is very plain, to do what you think best for the boys; and it is natural enough that you should follow the advice of your relatives and theirs. Faithfully yours, He could not bring himself to write in a more friendly tone, or to tell her that he forgave her. His sympathies were not with her. His sympathies at the present moment were only with Mrs. Peacocke.
As they went on from town to town, changing carriages first at one place and then at another, Lefroy's manner became worse and worse, and his language more and more threatening. Peacocke was asked whether he thought a man was to be brought all that distance without being paid for his time. "You will be paid when you have performed your part of the bargain," said Peacocke.
She might be lying or not, he did not care; he, Peacocke, certainly had lied; so said the Colonel. He did not believe that Peacocke had ever seen his brother Robert. Robert was dead, must have been dead, indeed, before the date given for that interview. The woman was a bigamist, that is, if any second marriage had ever been perpetrated. Probably both had wilfully agreed to the falsehood.
"Certainly not, any more than I should expect a pound of meat out of a dog's jaw." Mr. Peacocke, as he said this, was waxing angry. "I don't suppose you do; but you expected that I was to earn it by doing your bidding; didn't you?" "And you have." "Yes, I have; but how? You never heard of my cousin, did you; Ferdinand Lefroy of Kilbrack, Louisiana?" "Heard of whom?" "My cousin; Ferdinand Lefroy.
She loved to see him shine. But she almost wished that Mrs. Peacocke had been ugly, because there would not then have been so much danger about the school. "I'm just going up to see her," said the Doctor, as soon as he got home, "just to ask her what she wants." "I don't think she wants anything," said Mrs. Wortle, weakly. "Does she not?
This was supposed by the boys to come from the fact that both the Doctor and the assistant had been Fellows of their colleges at Oxford; but the parsons and other gentry around could see that there was more in it than that. Mr. Peacocke had some power about him which was potent over the Doctor's spirit. Mrs. Peacocke, in her line, succeeded almost as well.
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