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Faith saw this, and urged Soolsby to sit by him. She had questioned much concerning what had happened before the stroke fell, but Soolsby said only that the old man had been greatly troubled about David. Once Lady Eglington, frail and gentle and sympathetic, came, but the trouble deepened in his eyes, and the lids closed over them, so that he might not see her face.
Soolsby looked at him with his honest blue eyes aflame, and answered deliberately: "I was not for taking your place, my lord. 'Twas my duty to tell you, but the rest was between you and the Earl of Eglington." "That was thoughtful of you, Soolsby. And Miss Claridge?" "I told you that night, my lord, that only her father and myself knew; and what was then is now."
Luke Claridge was right. He knew that he and his belonged to a different sphere. He didn't speak. Why do you speak now after all these years when we are all set in our grooves? It's silly to disturb us, Soolsby." The voice was low, persuasive, and searching; the mind was working as it had never worked before, to achieve an end by peaceful means, when war seemed against him.
"If I poured one into the other, we'd have an experiment and you and I would be picked up in fragments and carried away in a basket. And that wouldn't be a successful experiment, Soolsby." "I'm not so sure of that, my lord. Some things would be put right then." "H'm, there would be a new Under-Secretary for Foreign Affairs, and "
What records, Soolsby?" asked I, most curious. "Writings of his thoughts which he forgot food for mind and body left in the cupboard." "Give them to me upon this instant, Soolsby," said I. "All but one," said he, "and that is my own, for it was his mind upon Soolsby the drunken chair-maker. God save him from the heathen sword that slew his uncle. Two better men never sat upon a chair!"
Then he let go her arm and caught a hand in both of his and fondled it. "Ay, ay, 'tis Kate!" "What is it brings you, Soolsby?" Kate asked anxiously. "'Tis not Jasper, and 'tis not the drink-ay, I've been sober since, ever since, Kate, lass," he answered stoutly. "Quick, quick, tell me what it is!" she said, frowning. "You've not come here for naught, Soolsby."
He did not know, but within the past hour Hylda knew; and now out of the night Soolsby came to tell him. He was roused from his reverie by Soolsby's voice saying: "Hast nowt to say to me, Egyptian?" It startled him, sounded ghostly in the moonlight; for why should he hear Soolsby's voice on the confines of Egypt?
"Only once, but the fight is not yet over with him." "Was he an Englishman?" David inclined his head. "It's a great thing to have a temptation to fight, Soolsby. Then we can understand others." "It's not always true, Egyptian, for you have never had temptation to fight. Yet you know it all." "God has been good to me," David answered, putting a hand on the old man's shoulder.
A few hours before he had had a struggle with Soolsby, and now another struggle on the same theme was here. Fate had dealt illy with him, who had ever been its spoiled child and favourite. He had not learned yet the arts of defence against adversity. "Luke Claridge is dead," he answered sharply.
"I ought never have comeback here," he added. "It was no place for me. But it drew me. I didn't belong; but it drew me." "Thee belongs to Hamley. Thee is an honour to Hamley, Soolsby." Soolsby's eyes widened; the blurred look of rage and self-reproach in them began to fade away. "Thee has made a fight, Soolsby, to conquer a thing that has had thee by the throat. There's no fighting like it.
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