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I thought I'd better tell you, lest it might come some other way, and you might keep Sarah Trefusis from being frightened. They were good friends once, and women take these things to heart. It would not do to let her be pained with such a thing on her wedding day! Then he rose and went away, leaving Eric still sitting disconsolately with his head on his knees.
Trefusis went into the library with Gertrude whilst Lady Brandon loitered in the hall to take off her gloves and ask questions of the servants. When she followed, she found the two standing together at the window. Gertrude was listening to him with the patient expression she now often wore when he talked. He was smiling, but it struck Jane that he was not quite at ease.
And now, as her concern for Erskine, whom she pitied, wore off, she began to resent Trefusis's journey with Gertrude as an attack on her recently acquired monopoly of him. There was an air of aristocratic pride about Gertrude which Agatha had formerly envied, and which she still feared Trefusis might mistake for an index of dignity and refinement.
"You unmitigated cur," exclaimed Trefusis fiercely, "what right have you to give away to his unborn children the liberty of your own?" "They're not unborn," said Lady Brandon indignantly. "That just shows how little you know about it." "No, nor mine either," said the man, emboldened by her ladyship's support. "And who are you that call me a cur?"
On the whole, if Jesse Trefusis, M.P., who died a millionaire in his palace at Kensington, had been a highwayman, I could not more heartily loathe the social arrangements that rendered such a career as his not only possible, but eminently creditable to himself in the eyes of his fellows. Most men make it their business to imitate him, hoping to become rich and idle on the same terms.
He was a scandal, of course; he was fat, untidy, wore a blue tam-o'-shanter when he was "out," and sometimes went down Orange Street in carpet slippers. He was a scandal, but what are you to do if a relative is obstinate and refuses to go? At least make him shave, say the wives of the canons. But no one had ever made Samuel Trefusis do anything that he did not want to do.
They were slipping into Autumn, and before you knew, why, there would be Winter! Nothing odder than the sudden way the Seasons took you! But Cook didn't like storms in that house. "Them Precincts 'ouses, they're that old, they'd fall on top of you as soon as whistle Trefusis!
Dame Lanreath hastened into the room. The old woman saw at a glance what had happened. Paul Trefusis was dead. Closing his eyes, she took her grandchild by the hand, and led her out of the room. Some time passed, however, before Nelly could realise what had happened.
"What do you mean by what you said just now? You said that I was the immediate cause of the tragedy, and you say that you were talking of Henrietta's of Henrietta. I had nothing to do with her illness." Trefusis looked at her as if considering whether he would go any further. I am very glad she is not; so you need not reproach yourself on my account.
"I share the Emperor's delight in shooting, but I am no butcher, and do not need the royal relish of blood to my sport. And I do not share my ancestors' taste in statuary. Hence " Here Trefusis opened a drawer, took out a pistol, and fired at the Hebe in the farthest niche. "Well done!" said Erskine coolly, as the last fragment of Hebe's head crumbled at the touch of the bullet.
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