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She blushed crimson as she made this offer, dreading that the man she loved would turn upon her fiercely in a passion of offended pride. She sat before him trembling, dreading the might of his indignation. But there was no anger in John Saltram's face when he looked round at her; only grief and an expression that was like pity.
"His money matters may have fallen into a desperate condition," he thought; "or perhaps that woman that Mrs. Branston, is at the bottom of the business." He went to the cottage that morning as usual, but not with his accustomed feeling of unalloyed happiness. The serene heaven of his tranquil life was clouded a little by this strange conduct of John Saltram's.
Sir David's advice was only the echo of John Saltram's counsel the counsel which he would receive from every man of the world, no doubt the counsel which he himself would most likely have given to a friend under the same circumstances. Sir David was very cordial, and wanted his visitor to dine and sleep at Heatherly; but this Gilbert declined.
He fairly pampered my curiosity; but the history of that experience would take me too far. This is not the large canvas I just now spoke of, and I wouldn't have approached him with my present hand had it been a question of all the features. Frank Saltram's features, for artistic purposes, are verily the anecdotes that are to be gathered.
I pursued, reminding myself of poor Adelaide. "About his ideas of things," I then more charitably added. "You must have heard him to know what I mean it's unlike anything that ever WAS heard." I coloured, I admit, I overcharged a little, for such a picture was an anticipation of Saltram's later development and still more of my fuller acquaintance with him.
There was a fierce hurry in his breast, a heat and fever which he had scarcely felt since the beginning of his troubles; for his lurking suspicion of his friend had gathered shape and strength all at once, and possessed his mind now to the exclusion of every other thought. He ran quickly up the stairs. The outer and inner doors of John Saltram's chambers were both ajar.
You have told him about me, I suppose?" "Not yet, Marian; I have not been able to do that. Nor could he come with me to-day. He has left England on a false scent." And then he told her, in a few words, the story of John Saltram's voyage to New York; making very light of the matter, and speaking cheerily of his early return.
Branston very well informed as to John Saltram's progress, and that impetuous little woman had sent a ponderous retainer of the footman species to the Temple daily, laden now with hothouse grapes, and anon with dainty jellies, clear turtle-soups, or delicate preparations of chicken, blancmanges and iced drinks; the conveyance whereof was a sore grievance to the ponderous domestic, in spite of all the aid to be derived from a liberal employment of cabs.
Gilbert was eager to return to those chambers in the Temple eager to be listening once more for some chance words of meaning that might be dropped from John Saltram's pale parched lips in the midst of incoherent ravings.
Several weeks had passed since the beginning of John Saltram's illness, and there were no tidings from Mr. Medler. Every day Gilbert had expected some communication from that practitioner, only to be disappointed. He had called twice in Soho, and on both occasions had been received by a shabby-looking clerk, who told him that Mr.
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