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Meanwhile, I was so fearfully anxious that she should risk no danger of hearing, even of surmising, the cruel slander against her should meet no cold contemptuous looks, above all, should be safe from the barbed talk of Mrs. Poyntz that I insisted on the necessity of immediate change of air and scene.
Poyntz tells her story as a woman generally does tell a story, sure to make a mistake when she touches on a question of law; and unconsciously perhaps to herself the woman of the World warps the facts in her narrative so as to save the personal dignity of the hero, who has captivated her interest, not from the moral odium of a great crime, but the debasing position of a prisoner at the bar.
Well! my pardon had perhaps soothed her last moments; but how unavailing her death-bed repentance to undo the wrong she had done! I turned from that thought, and, glancing at the work into which I had thrown all my learning, methodized into system with all my art, I recalled the pity which Mrs. Poyntz had expressed for my meditated waste of mind.
Poyntz was on her favourite seat by the window, and for a wonder, not knitting that classic task seemed done; but she was smoothing and folding the completed work with her white comely hand, and smiling over it, as if in complacent approval, when I entered the room.
An earl's daughter, with a good income and an awfully bad name, of the best manners and of the worst morals, would have made sad havoc among the Proprieties. How many of our primmest old maids would have deserted tea and Mrs. Poyntz for champagne and her ladyship! The Hill was never in so imminenta danger.
It is so wearisome to count the changes which pass within us, that we take interest in the changes that pass without. Poyntz still has his weather-glass; I have no longer my Jane." "I cannot linger with you on this spot," said I, impatiently turning back into the path; she followed, treading over fallen leaves. And unheeding my interruption, she thus continued her hard talk,
She was now the woman who could best protect and save from slander my innocent, beloved Lilian. But how approach that perplexing subject? Mrs. Poyntz approached it, and with her usual decision of purpose, which bore so deceitful a likeness to candour of mind. "But it was not to talk of my affairs that I asked you to call, Allen Fenwick."
Poyntz said you had such a sister-in-law, but I never heard you mention Lady Haughton till now. Well!" "Well, Mr. Vigors has brought me a letter from her, and it is that which has put me out. I dare say you have not heard me speak before of Lady Haughton, for I am ashamed to say I had almost forgotten her existence. She is many years older than my husband was; of a very different character.
Some doctors train their practice as some preachers fill their churches, by adroit use of the appeals to terror. You do not want patients, Dr. Jones does. And, after all, better perhaps as it is. Yours, etc. M. Poyntz. To my more selfish grief, anxiety for Lilian was now added. I had seen many more patients die from being mistreated for consumption than from consumption itself. And Dr.
Poyntz, compassionately. "Poor Allen Fenwick! Nature indeed, intellectual suicide! Nay, shake hands, then, if for the last time." So we shook hands and parted, where the wicket-gate and the stone stairs separated my blighted fairy-land from the common thoroughfare.
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