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In my first interview with Lord Polperro I let fall a word or two which obviously alarmed him. That was quite enough. In his singular state of mind he jumped to the conclusion that as they say on the stage I knew everything; and, of course, I very soon did; as much, that is to say, as he himself knew. Then somehow they parted, and never saw or heard of each other again. No, there was no child.
No vision opened up to Adam's view the prosperous life the future held in store no still small voice then whispered in his ear that out of this sorrow was to come the grace which made success sit well on him and Eve; and though, as years went by and intercourse became more rare, their now keen interest in Polperro and its people was swallowed up amid the many claims a busy life laid on them both, each noble action done, each good deed wrought, by Adam, and by Eve too, bore on it the unseen impress of that sore chastening through which they now were passing.
Greenacre is eccentric, but thoroughly trustworthy. He had a gentleman's education." "He lives there, does he?" exclaimed Gammon. "Finds it convenient, I suppose. Yes, we will go and inquire we certainly will." Gammon's objections were unheeded. No one could take any harm, said Lord Polperro, from driving in a closed cab to the City and back.
M. Polperro did not know what to make of this big Englishman who had come in out of the night, bringing no luggage with him but one little bag. Then he suddenly remembered! Why, of course, this was the friend of the pretty, charming, wealthy Madame Bailey; the English gentleman who had been staying during the past few days at the Pension Malfait!
"But how did you get the wound, dear?" As hurriedly as possible he outlined the day's happenings from the moment of landing at Polperro. "Who are these men?" Flora demanded. "Couple of spies belonging to a crowd that tried to prevent me leaving London three weeks ago." "But what do they want?" Anthony held up the morocco letter case and restored it to his pocket. "Just this.
Our new acquaintance was extremely communicative: "Knows his place in society, Sey," Sir Charles said to me afterwards, "and is therefore not afraid of talking freely, as so many people are who have doubts about their position." We exchanged cards before we rose. Our new friend's name turned out to be Dr. Edward Polperro. "In practice here?" I inquired, though his garb belied it.
There were four volumes dealing with Cornwall and it was only the matter of a moment to find the one to which Isabel had referred. Bringing it to the light Harrison Smith hastily turned over the pages until he came to the squared map that showed the village of Polperro. But here disappointment awaited him for not a sign of the blue pencil mark showed upon the page.
Gammon, holding tight to his companion's arm, endeavoured to pilot him in a direction where the crowd was thinnest, still moving westward; but Lord Polperro caught the contagion of the tumult and began pressing vehemently into the surging mass. "This does me good, Gammon. It's a long time since I've mixed with people. I always enjoyed a crowd. Holloo o o!"
Fortunately, Triggs's vessel, through some detention of its cargo, had remained in London for an unusually long time, and now, when it did sail, Joan was to take passage in it back to Polperro.
A few draughts of a restorative enabled Lord Polperro to articulate, and he inquired if any letters had arrived for him. "Look on the writing table, Greenacre. Any thing there?" There were two letters. The invalid examined them with disappointment and tossed them aside. "Beggars and blackmailers," he muttered. "Nobody else writes to me."
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