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Here are thy words, Davy. What think thee of them now? "As I dwell in this house I know Soolsby as I never knew him when he lived, and though, up here, I spent many an hour with him. Men leave their impressions on all around them. The walls which have felt their look and their breath, the floor which has taken their footsteps, the chairs in which they have sat, have something of their presence.
Getting out of the train at Heddington, he made up his mind to walk home by the road that David had taken on his return from Egypt, and he left word at the station that he would send for his luggage. His first objective was Soolsby's hut, and, long before he reached it, darkness had fallen. From a light shining through the crack of the blind he knew that Soolsby was at home.
Eglington lit a cigarette, and took away the shade from his eyes. "Well, now, what is your experiment?" he asked, "and why bring it here? Didn't you know the way to the stables or the scullery?" "I knew my way better here," answered Soolsby, steadying himself. "Ah, you've been here often?" asked Eglington nonchalantly, yet feeling for the cause of this midnight visit.
From the door of the but Soolsby muttered to himself: "I will bring you back. If Luke Claridge doesn't, then I will bring you back. If he dies, I will bring you no, by the love of God, I will bring you back while he lives!" Two thousand miles away, in a Nile village, women sat wailing in dark doorways, dust on their heads, black mantles covering their faces.
In spite of himself his eyes fixed themselves on Soolsby's hand. It was but a hair's breadth from the wire. The end would come now. Suddenly a voice was heard outside the door. "Eglington!" it called. Soolsby started, his hand drew spasmodically away from the wire, and he stepped back quickly. The door opened, and Hylda entered. "Mr. Claridge is dead, Eglington," she said. Destiny had decided.
"Does thee grudge her ladyship what was his?" "I grudge her what is yours, my lord " Suddenly Soolsby paused, as though a new thought had come to him, and he nodded to himself in satisfaction. "Well, since you will have it so, it will be so, Egyptian; but it is a queer fuddle, all of it; and where's the way out, tell me that, my lord?" David spoke impatiently.
"That sounds communistic, or is it pure Quakerism? I believe they used to call my father Friend Robert till he backslided. But you are not a Quaker, Soolsby, so why be too familiar? Or is it merely the way of the old family friend?" "I knew your father before you were born, my lord he troosted me then." "So long? And fifteen years ago here?" He felt a menace, vague and penetrating.
Soolsby," she said impulsively. He took her hand and shook it awkwardly, his lips working. "Your grace, I understand. I've got naught to live for except my friends. Money's naught, naught's naught, if there isn't a friend to feel a crunch at his heart when summat bad happens to you. I'd take my affydavy that there's no better friend in the world than your grace." She smiled at him.
The simplicity of a vice may be as real as the simplicity of a virtue." Ah, David, David, I know not what to think of those strange words; but old Soolsby seemed well to understand thee, and he called thee "a first-best gentleman." Is my story long?
His words aroused the Duchess, and the air became a little colder about her-after all, the division between the classes and the masses must be kept, and the Eglingtons were no upstarts. "You will say nothing about this till I give you leave to speak," she commanded. "I must tell her ladyship." Soolsby drew himself up a little, nettled at her tone.
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