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Turlington whispered fiercely, close to his ear "Launcelot Linzie!" In perfect good faith Sir Joseph declared that the man could not possibly have been Launce. Turlington's frenzy of jealous suspicion was not to be so easily calmed. He asked significantly for Natalie. She was reported to be walking in the grounds.
There are your instructions. Do you understand them?" Wildfang nodded his head in silent token that he understood, and disappeared again among the graves. Turlington went back to the house. He had advanced midway across the garden, when he was startled by the sound of footsteps in the lane at that part of it which skirted one of the corners of the house.
Turlington stepped out again into the street, and confronted the City of London in the character of the noblest work of mercantile creation a solvent man.* The Fallen Angel, walking invisibly behind, in Richard's shadow, flapped his crippled wings in triumph. From that moment the Fallen Angel had got him.
"Don't keep me in suspense, Richard," proceeded Sir Joseph. "Speak out. Is it yes or no?" Turlington struck his hand excitedly on the table, and burst out on a sudden with the answer which had been so strangely delayed. "Twenty thousand with all my heart!" he said. "On this condition, Graybrooke, that every farthing of it is settled on Natalie, and on her children after her.
Turlington, seeing that he came first he held his peace on a sudden, and then fell back in convulsions in the arms of the men who were holding him. The doctor gave it a learned name, signifying drink-madness, and said the case was hopeless. However, he ordered the room to be cleared of the crowd to see what he could do.
"We have just returned from a musical meeting," she said. "One of the ladies there was an acquaintance, a former school-fellow of ours. She is the wife of the rector of St. Columb Major a large church, far from this at the East End of London." "I know nothing about the woman or the church," interposed Turlington, sternly. "I must beg you to wait a little.
"I contradict my brother! We have never had a cross word between us from the time when we were children." Turlington internally cursed his own irritable temper. "I beg your pardon both of you," he said. "I didn't know what I was saying. Make some allowance for me. You don't mean any harm, I dare say; but you cut me to the heart."
Miss Lavinia lifted her eyes to the ceiling with heartfelt devotion, and said, "Thank God, Richard!" like the echo of her brother's voice; a little late, perhaps, for its reputation as an echo, but accurate to half a note in its perfect repetition of sound. Turlington asked the question which it had been his one object to put in paying his visit to Muswell Hill. "Have you spoken to Natalie?"
He went back to his country, poor fellow, comfortably enough." "And there is an end of Sir Joseph's story," said Turlington, rising noisily from his chair. "It's a pity we haven't got a literary man on board he would make a novel of it." He looked up at the skylight as he got on his feet. "Here is the breeze, this time," he exclaimed, "and no mistake!" It was true. At last the breeze had come.
He kissed his hand to his sister and went out into the hall for his hat: Turlington following him with a rough apology, and asking as a favor to be permitted to accompany him part of the way only. The ladies, left behind in the drawing-room, heard the apology accepted by kind-hearted Sir Joseph. The two went out together. "Have you noticed Richard since his return?" asked Miss Lavinia.
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