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'Mr. Warricombe is a great geologist, I think? Probably he frequents public worship as a mere tribute to social opinion? He asked the question in the airiest possible way, as if it mattered nothing to him what the reply might be. 'Mr. Warricombe is a man of sincere piety, Godwin answered, with grave countenance.
By mentioning that he would return home on the morrow, he made sure that Marcella would be apprised of this. Perhaps she might shorten her stay, and his suspense. Back in Longbrook Street once more, he found another letter. It was from Mrs. Warricombe, who wrote to tell him of their coming removal to London, and added an invitation to dine four days hence.
'My dear! remonstrated his mother, with apprehensive glance at her neighbours. 'But he is really clever, isn't he, Buckland? asked the sister, her name was Sidwell. 'After a fashion. I shouldn't wonder if he takes a dozen or two prizes. It's all a knack, you know. 'Where is your friend Peak? Mr. Warricombe made inquiry. But at this moment Mr.
He felt the gambler's excitement, an irrational pleasure in the consciousness that his whole future was at stake. Buckland Warricombe had a keen eye upon him, and doubtless was eager to strike a train of suspicious circumstances. His face, at all events, should give no sign of discomposure.
Till then, the ideal which possessed him was merely such an assemblage of qualities as would excite the democrat to disdain or fury. In Sidwell Warricombe this ideal found an embodiment; but Godwin did not thereupon come to the conclusion that Sidwell was the wife he desired.
Though she could imagine no ground of fear, the situation was seriously disturbing. She tried to go on with her letter, but failed. As Buckland smoked in silence, she at length rose and said she would go upstairs. 'All right! Shall see you at breakfast. Good-night! At nine next morning Mrs. Warricombe sent a message to Buckland that she wished to see him in her bedroom. He entered hurriedly.
'I hadn't thought of broaching this matter, he said, with slow utterance, but still in a tone of perfect friendliness. 'Let us put it aside. Warricombe seemed to make an effort, and his next words had the accent of well-bred consideration which distinguished his ordinary talk. 'Pray forgive my bad joke.
More recently he had been observant of Christian Moxey's speech, which had a languid elegance worth imitating in certain particulars. Buckland Warricombe was rather a careless talker, but it was the carelessness of a man who had never needed to reflect on such a matter, the refinement of whose enunciation was assured to him from the nursery. That now was a thing to be aimed at.
Mr Warricombe obviously had his share of human weakness, but he was at once a gentleman and a student of well-stored mind; insincerity must be very careful if it would not jar upon his refined ear. So Godwin often checked himself in the utterance of what might sound too much like flattery.
Trial more severe to his conscience lay in the perceptible solicitude with which Mr Warricombe weighed these disingenuous arguments. It was a hateful thing to practise such deception on one who probably yearned for spiritual support. But he had committed himself to this course, and must brave it out.
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