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He thought he would write to Gillingham to inquire his views, and what he thought of his, Phillotson's, sending a letter to her. Gillingham replied, naturally, that now she was gone it were best to let her be, and considered that if she were anybody's wife she was the wife of the man to whom she had borne three children and owed such tragical adventures.
There was something rude and immoral in thrusting these recent facts of his life upon the mind of one who, to him, was so uncarnate as to seem at times impossible as a human wife to any average man. And yet she was Phillotson's. How she had become such, how she lived as such, passed his comprehension as he regarded her to-day. "You'll go back with me?" he said. "There's a train just now.
"Yes... I would have died for her; but I wouldn't be cruel to her in the name of the law. She is, as I understand, gone to join her lover. What they are going to do I cannot say. Whatever it may be she has my full consent to." There was a stability, a ballast, in Phillotson's pronouncement which restrained his friend's comment. "Shall I leave you?" he asked. "No, no.
She went to where a swing-glass stood, and taking it in her hands carried it to a spot by the window where it could catch the sunshine, moving the glass till the beams were reflected into Phillotson's face. "There you can see the great red sun now!" she said. "And I am sure it will cheer you I do so hope it will!"
That's her tea-cup, that she drank out of only an hour ago. And that's the plate she " Phillotson's throat got choked up, and he could not go on. He turned and pushed the tea-things aside. "Have you had any tea, by the by?" he asked presently in a renewed voice. "No yes never mind," said Gillingham, preoccupied. "Gone, you say she is?"
The schoolmaster sat in his homely dwelling attached to the school, both being modern erections; and he looked across the way at the old house in which his teacher Sue had a lodging. The arrangement had been concluded very quickly. A pupil-teacher who was to have been transferred to Mr. Phillotson's school had failed him, and Sue had been taken as stop-gap.
Gillingham saw that his rather headstrong friend would not be able to maintain such a position as this; but he said nothing further, and in due time indeed, in a quarter of an hour the formal letter of dismissal arrived, the managers having remained behind to write it after Phillotson's withdrawal.
As he had made up his mind to do this before he had written to his friend, there had not been much reason for writing to the latter at all. However, it was Phillotson's way to act thus.
Phillotson's hair was brushed to a painful extent, and his shirt collar appeared stiffer than it had been for the previous twenty years. Beyond this he looked dignified and thoughtful, and altogether a man of whom it was not unsafe to predict that he would make a kind and considerate husband.
I was not her gaoler. I can't explain any further. I don't wish to be questioned." The children observed that much seriousness marked the faces of the two men, and went home and told their parents that something new had happened about Mrs. Phillotson. Then Phillotson's little maidservant, who was a schoolgirl just out of her standards, said that Mr.
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