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"It is of no consequence," said his wife; "Mr. Aylmer is an old acquaintance of our family." "Only you don't quite remember his name!" "It is not my friends' names only I have an unhappy trick of forgetting. I often forget yours, Mr. Redmain!" "My good name, you must mean." "I never heard that." Neither had raised the voice, or spoken with the least apparent anger. Mr.
She could encounter black looks, but she could not well live with them; and how was she to continue the servant of such ends as were now exclusively acknowledged in the place? The proposal of Mrs. Redmain stood in advantageous contrast to this treadmill-work.
Mary could not but feel how Sepia regarded her service, but service, to be true, must be divine, that is, to the just and the unjust, like the sun and the rain. Between Sepia and Mr. Redmain continued a distance too great for either difference or misunderstanding. They met with a cold good morning, and parted without any good night. Their few words were polite, and their demeanor was civil.
Almost every evening, until he left Durnmelling, Mary went to see Mr. Redmain. She read to him, and tried to teach him, as one might an unchildlike child. And something did seem to be getting into, or waking up in, him.
The same instant Mary heard the voice of Mr. Redmain call in a tone of annoyance "Mary! Mary Marston! I want you. Who is that in the room? Damn you! who are you?" "Let me pass you," said Joseph, and, making her hold to the ivy, here spread on to the gable, he got between Mary and the window. The blaze was gone, and the fire was at its old flicker. The window was not bolted. He lifted the sash.
To Mary's relief they were here interrupted by the hurried entrance of Mrs. Redmain. She almost ran up to her, and took her by both hands. "You dear creature! You have brought me my ring!" she cried. Mary shook her head with a little sigh. "But you have come to tell me where it is?" "Alas! no, dear Mrs. Redmain!" said Mary.
"Now!" he cried, and as the enemy came within bow shot a shower of well-aimed arrows met them, and many men fell. The shields of their companions bristled with the arrows whose flight they had stopped. But the long-haired warriors pressed on to the castle gates, behind which stood Allan Redmain with half the garrison at his back.
"Count Galofta," said Mr. Redmain in reply, "has just been telling me a curious story of how a certain rascal got possession of a valuable jewel from a lady with whom he pretended to be in love, and I thought the opportunity a good one for showing you a strange discovery I have made with regard to the sapphire Mrs. Redmain missed for so long.
There's no end to the good that may be done with money to judge, at least, by the harm I've done with mine," said Mr. Redmain, this time with seriousness. "It is not in it," persisted Mary. "If it had been, our Lord would have used it, and he never did." "Oh, but he was all an exception!" "On the contrary, he is the only man who is no exception. We are the exceptions.
Redmain laughed heartily, and applauded their cleverness extravagantly, though some of them were downright swindling. At last Mr. Redmain told how he had once got money out of a lady. I do not believe there was a word of truth in it. But it was capped by the other with a narrative that seemed specially pleasing to the listener. In the midst of a burst of laughter, he rose and rang the bell.
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