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Updated: June 9, 2025
He heard the carriages draw up at the door; he heard the horses champing their bits; he heard the voices of Allan and young Pedgift on the steps; and still he sat quiet in the darkness, and still no interest was aroused in him by the sounds that reached his ear from outside.
Pedgift Senior bowed in polite acknowledgment of his client's self-restraint, and took instant advantage of it to go on. "All Miss Gwilt's proceedings," he resumed, "since your unfortunate correspondence with the major show me that she is an old hand at deceit.
There was a momentary silence, and in that silence the door-bell rang. The lawyer and the client both looked expectantly in the direction of the hall. "No," cried Allan, more angrily than ever. "Yes!" cried Pedgift Senior, contradicting him with the utmost politeness. They waited the event.
Take my word for it, sir, there's something wrong upstairs in that pretty cottage of yours; and Miss Gwilt is mixed up in it already!" There was a minute of silence. When the voices were next heard by Midwinter, they were further away from the house Allan was probably accompanying young Pedgift a few steps on his way back.
I was so fond of her," he added, in a lower tone "I was so fond of her once." Mr. Pedgift Senior suddenly became serious on his side. "Do you mean to say, sir, that you actually contemplate seeing Miss Gwilt?" he asked, with an expression of genuine dismay. "I can't treat her cruelly," returned Allan. "I have been the means of injuring her without intending it, God knows!
What do you say to ringing the dinner-bell, sir?" Never was the right man more entirely in the right place than Pedgift Junior at the picnic. In ten minutes more the boat was brought to a stand-still among the reeds; the Thorpe Ambrose hampers were unpacked on the roof of the cabin; and the current of the curate's eloquence was checked for the day.
The servant who fetched him was marked as a girl well known on the stand. "Take my number, gentlemen," concluded the cabman, "and pay me for my time; and what I've said to you, I'll swear to anywhere." Pedgift made a note in his pocket-book of the man's number. Having added to it the name of the street, and the names on the two brass plates, he quietly opened the cab door.
The daughters of Eve still inherit their mother's merits and commit their mother's faults. But the sons of Adam, in these latter days, are men who would have handed the famous apple back with a bow, and a "Thanks, no; it might get me into a scrape." When Allan surprised and disappointed moved away out of Miss Milroy's reach to the forward part of the boat, Pedgift Junior rose and followed him.
Pedgift Senior saw his chance, and instantly reverted to the question that he had postponed. "Why?" he asked for the second time. For the second time Mr. Bashwood hesitated. Could he acknowledge that he had been mad enough to love her, and mean enough to be a spy for her? Could he say, She has deceived me from the first, and she has deserted me, now her object is served.
He produced the bombshell on a slip of paper as he spoke: "A. Pedgift, Junior, to A. Pedgift, Senior. Spread it all over the place that Mr. Armadale is coming down by the next train." "More words!" suggested Allan, looking over his shoulder. "Make it stronger." "Leave my father to make it stronger, sir," returned the wary Pedgift.
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