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He had not lost all ambition, but he had no real friend now to inspirit or stimulate him, so that he often procrastinated, and was seldom successful with anything. But his accidental words fell with awful meaning and strange emphasis on poor Wilton's ear.
Wilton's tone was one of consternation; the words might have been spoken by a man stumbling on an unsuspected horror in a dark room. They stared at each other for several dragging seconds. The detective waved a hand toward the judge's chair. "Sit down," he said, resuming his own seat. There followed another pause, longer than the first. The judge's breathing was laboured, audible.
There are things I hardly know whether I did or only wanted to do! Damn it, it may be all over Barset by this time, that the heir to sir Wilton's property has turned up!" He rang the bell, and ordered his carriage. "I must see the old fellow, the rascal's grandfather!" he kept on to himself. "I haven't exchanged a word with him for years!
Knapp's compliments, and she would like to see Mr. Wilton when you are done," he said. I could with difficulty repress an exclamation, and my heart climbed into my throat. I was ready to face the Wolf in his den, but here was a different matter. I recalled that Mrs. Knapp was a more intimate acquaintance of Henry Wilton's than Doddridge Knapp had been, and I saw Niagara ahead of my skiff.
What was it to Richard that the park, its trees, its grass, its dew-drops, its cattle, its shadows, belonged to sir Wilton! He never even thought of the fact! He felt them his own! Was the soft, clear, fresh, damp air, with all the unreachable soul of it, not his, because it was sir Wilton's? The highest property, as Dante tells us, increases to each by the sharing of it with others.
"And you, both of you," the old man retorted to Wilton's protest; "you're treating me as if I were a meddlesome outsider intent on 'framing up' a case, instead of the representative of the Sloane family at least, of Miss Lucille Sloane! Why's that?" "Tell me what's on that paper," Webster said hoarsely, as if he had not heard the colloquy of the other two.
She hoped the doctor would pronounce her all right that she might continue her journey, as she understood it was not far. "You have had a severe shaking up, Miss Wilton, but I don't think you need to postpone your journey more than a few hours," was the doctor's decision. About noon, Rupert drove Miss Wilton's horse around to the front door and delivered it to her.
Wilton's face was grave, and even sad, for he had again applied to Vernon, and received a still less satisfactory reply than before; but he was glad to find Laura alone, for this was the first time that he had obtained any opportunity of seeing her in private, since she had been permitted to join her father in the Tower.
The Earl rang the bell which stood upon the table, and when a servant appeared, demanded if Captain Churchill had been there. The servant replied in the negative, but added that Mr. Arden was waiting. The Earl ordered him to be sent in; and the Messenger accordingly entered, bearing on his face an air of triumph and insolence which provoked Wilton's anger a good deal.
She felt as if already she was his friend, and when they shook hands in Canon Wilton's drawing-room she cordially told him so, and referred to the Sunday evening when she had heard him preach. The rooks were cawing among the elms in the Canon's garden. She could hear their voices in the treetops while she was speaking.
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