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Once during the evening, her husband looked at her questioningly, and she breathed a few words to him. He laughed reassuringly. "Oh! Wingrave's all right, I believe," he said, "it's only his manner that puts you off a bit. He's just the same with everyone! I don't think he means anything by it!" Lady Ruth shivered, but she said nothing.
"We will do nothing of the sort," Lady Ruth answered. "I am not going to be a laughing stock for Emily and her friends if I can help it. We'll play the game through now! Only it is best for you to know the risks..." Wingrave's second letter was to Juliet. She found it on her table one afternoon when she came back from her painting class.
Was it likely that Wingrave would wear two crowns? Lady Ruth beckoned Aynesworth to her. "Tell me," she said, "what is Mr. Wingrave's general attitude towards my sex?" "Absolute indifference," he declared promptly, "unless " He stopped short. "You must go on," she told him. "Unless he is possessed of the ability to make them suffer," he answered after a moment's hesitation.
It seemed to him that the rings hung a little loosely upon the thin, white fingers. She was pale, too, and her eyes were weary. He did not notice that, as soon as she could, she drew her hand away. "Pon my word," he said, "I wish we could go off somewhere by ourselves. But with Wingrave's yacht to entertain on, we must do something for a few of the people.
"I wonder," Aynesworth remarked, "that he did not thrash you or try to." Again Wingrave's lips parted. "Moral deterioration has set in already," he remarked. "When he pays his bills with my money, he will lose the little he has left of his self-respect." Aynesworth turned abruptly away.
She was landing with him at New York, but someone amongst the passengers, who guessed what was up, sent a Marconigram to her husband, and he met us at the landing stage." "Nothing came of that, then?" "No, but it wasn't Wingrave's fault. They were supposed to be worthless, and one boy, who was a little young to the game, sold him too many.
Then on the voyage across the Atlantic, there was a silly, pretty little woman on board who was piqued by Wingrave's indifference and tried to flirt with him. In a few days she was his slave. She was going home to her husband, and you would have thought that any decent fellow would have told her that she was a little fool, and let her go. But not Wingrave!
There was no one to look after her, no one to save her from the charity schools and domestic service afterwards. The church was on Wingrave's estate, it should have been his duty to augment the ridiculous salary the dead man had received. Would you believe it, Wingrave refused to do a single thing for that child!
Consequently, it is finished." The light of hope leaped into Barrington's dull eyes, but he recognized Wingrave's desire for silence. "A few feet to your left, upon my writing table," Wingrave continued, "you will find an envelope addressed to yourself. It contains a discharge, in full, for the money I have lent you.
"According to Lady Ruth's evidence," he said thoughtfully, "her husband entered the room at the exact moment when she was rejecting Wingrave's advances, and indignantly refusing a check which he was endeavoring to persuade her to accept. A struggle followed between the two men, with fatal results for Sir William.
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