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He had not meant to admit even as much as this just yet; but having said this, he found himself compelled to say more. Marian questioned him so closely, that she finally extorted from him the whole history of John Saltram's illness. After that it was quite in vain to attempt consolation.
He was her father, and there was something horrible in the idea of his disgrace; but there was very little affection for him in her mind. He was willing to sell her into bondage in order to save himself. It was in this light she regarded the transaction with Stephen Whitelaw. The early days of the new year brought little change in John Saltram's condition. Mr.
To John Saltram's recovery he looked also as to his best chance of restoring Marian to her natural home. The influence that he himself was powerless to bring to bear upon Percival Nowell's daughter might be easily exerted by her husband. "She was lured away from him, perhaps, by some specious lie of her father's, some cruel slander of the husband. There had been bitter words between them.
The lamp shone full upon John Saltram's face as he sat at his desk; and after looking at him for a moment by that vivid light, Gilbert Fenton gave a cry of surprise. "What is the matter, Gil?" "You are the matter. You are looking as worn and haggard as if you'd had a long illness since I saw you last. I never remember you looking so ill. This kind of thing won't do, John.
There is good material even in the weakest of womankind when the heart is womanly and true. She was deeply shocked, intensely sorry; and she made no attempt to mask her sorrow by any conventional speech or pretence whatsoever. She made Gilbert give her all the details of John Saltram's illness, and when he had told her all, asked him plainly if she might be permitted to see the sick man.
On finding myself in the presence of their latest discovery I had not at first felt irreverence droop and, thank heaven, I have never been absolutely deprived of that alternative in Mr. Saltram's company.
Having for family reasons to spend some time that spring in the west of England, I was in a manner out of earshot of the great oceanic rumble I mean of the continuous hum of Saltram's thought and my uneasiness tended to keep me quiet. There was something I wanted so little to have to say that my prudence surmounted my curiosity.
"Didn't Miss Anvoy express her satisfaction in any less diffident way than by her charming present?" I was reduced to asking instead. "Oh yes, she overflowed to me on the steps while he was getting into the carriage." These words somehow brushed up a picture of Saltram's big shawled back as he hoisted himself into the green landau. "She said she wasn't disappointed," Adelaide pursued.
How COULD I satisfy her? I asked myself how could I tell her how much had been kept back? I didn't even know and I certainly didn't desire to know. My own policy had ever been to learn the least about poor Saltram's weaknesses not to learn the most. A great deal that I had in fact learned had been forced upon me by his wife.
Nay, my dear sir, there is no occasion for such haste; to-morrow morning will do very well." "To-morrow morning, then; but I will make the appointment to-night, if I can." Mr. Mew named a physician high in reputation as a specialist in such cases as John Saltram's; and Gilbert dashed off at once in a hansom to obtain the promise of an early visit from this gentleman on the following morning.
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