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The raw cold of the atmosphere made the child shiver. As Mr. Sarrazin took her hand to lead her indoors, he turned and looked back at the faint outline of the boathouse, disappearing in the fog. Kitty wondered. "Do you see anything?" she asked. He answered that there was nothing to see, in the absent tone of a man busy with his own thoughts. They took the garden path which led to the cottage.
"You look ten years older, sir, than you did when you left us this morning to go to the Court. Do me a favor come to the sideboard." The lawyer having obeyed, she poured out a glass of wine. "There is the remedy," she resumed, "when something has happened to worry you." "'Worry' isn't the right word," Mr. Sarrazin declared. "I'm furious!
Sarrazin looked out of the breakfast-room window, and saw that the fog had reached the cottage. Before Mrs. Presty could make any remark on the change in the weather, he surprised her by an extraordinary question. "Is there an upper room here, ma'am, which has a view of the road before your front gate?" "Certainly!" "And can I go into it without disturbing anybody?" Mrs.
The other will look after you, or your daughter, or the maid, or any other person who may try to get away into hiding with Kitty. And they are both keeping close to the gate, in the fear of losing sight of us in the fog." "I wish we lived in the Middle Ages!" said Mrs. Presty. "What would be the use of that, ma'am?" "Good heavens, Mr. Sarrazin, don't you see?
Is this a cowardly confession on my part? All courage, Mrs. Sarrazin, is relative; the bravest man living has a cowardly side to his character, though it may not always be found out. Some years ago, at a public dinner, I sat next to an officer in the British army. At one time in his life he had led a forlorn hope.
"I do." "What is it, ma'am?" "Constitutional infirmity, sir." "May I ask of what nature?" "You may. Gout." Mr. Sarrazin thought he understood her at last. "You know the Lord President," he said. Mrs. Presty denied it positively. "No, Mr. Sarrazin, I don't get at it in that way. I merely consult my experience of another official person of high rank, and apply it to the Lord President.
I thought this rather too bad, and I cut it out. Your brother appears to have been present but he seldom goes to the club, and none of the members knew him even by sight. Shall I give you a light? Your pipe's out." Randal's feelings, at that moment, were not within reach of the comforting influence of tobacco. "Do you think your brother has gone to Sydenham?" Mr. Sarrazin asked.
"An excellent character," he said "that's the unaccountable part of it. I hear that he is one of the most careful and considerate men who ever sat on the bench. Excuse me, Mrs. Presty, I didn't intend to produce that impression on you." "What impression, Mr. Sarrazin?" "You look as if you thought there was some excuse for the judge." "That's exactly what I do think." "You find an excuse for him?"
Kitty was immediately interested. She threw down her own rod, and assisted her ignorant companion. A wretched little fish appeared in the air, wriggling. "It's a roach," Kitty pronounced. "It's in pain," the merciful lawyer added; "give it to me." Kitty took it off the hook, and obeyed. Mr. Sarrazin with humane gentleness of handling put it back into the water.
This discovery suggested serious embarrassment in the future. Mrs. Presty asked what was to be done next. Mr. Sarrazin answered: "Let us have our breakfast." In another quarter of an hour they were both in Mrs. Linley's room. Her agitated manner, her reddened eyes, showed that she was still suffering under the emotions of the past night.
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