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There was a note of banter in his voice, but there was something else as well that touched Crowther's kindly heart. "I don't think Avery is the sort of woman to sacrifice her husband to her children," he said. "You will always come first, sonny, if I know her." "I couldn't endure anything else," said Piers, with sudden fire. "She is the mainspring of my life." "And you of hers," said Crowther.
There ain't no secret. You sit down, Hiram." "Considerin' the man, I should think you'd have done your lookin' over before you divided," suggested the showman. He scented doleful possibilities in Mr. Crowther's mien. "If I'd done business with him fifteen minutes longer by the clock I'd have been in prison now for murder and it would have been a bloody murder at that," blurted the Cap'n.
He seemed to find difficulty also in attending to Crowther's quiet remarks, and after a while Crowther ceased to make them. He finished his liqueur and sat smoking with his eyes on the dark, sensitive face that watched the passing crowd so indifferently, yet so persistently. Piers noticed his silence at last, and looked at him enquiringly. "Shall we go?" Crowther leaned slowly towards him.
The light from Crowther's unshaded lamp flared full upon him. In his faultless evening dress he looked every inch an aristocrat. That air of the old-Roman patrician was very strong upon him that night.
She believed he was in town, probably amusing himself as he had amused himself at Monte Carlo, passing the time in a round of gaieties, careless flirtations, possibly deeper intrigues. Crowther had probably kept him straight through the winter, but she did not believe that Crowther's influence would be lasting. There was a sting in the very thought of Crowther.
Yet in England and in books he will cry up the majesty of African kings, see, for a specimen, Bishop Crowther's 'Niger Diary. He will give his fellow-countrymen, whom he thoroughly despises, a thousand grand gifts of morals and industry.
"Not now, lad. I couldn't. There's too much to be done. No; I'm going to fulfil my old ambitions if I can. I'm going to get myself ordained. After that " He paused, for Piers had turned to stare at him in open amazement. "You!" he ejaculated. Crowther's smile came over his face like a spreading light. "You don't think much of parsons, I gather, sonny," he said. Piers broke into his sudden laugh.
I did my best, and I think she did hers. But even that last night we kicked against it. There was no sense in pretending any longer. The game was up. So I came away." He uttered the last words nonchalantly; but if Crowther's knowledge of women was limited, he knew his own species very thoroughly, and he was not deceived. "You didn't see her at all after the little girl died?" he asked.
"But I had a feeling that you that you " she hesitated "that you could scarcely be in sympathy with us both," she ended. "I see." Crowther's eyes met hers with absolute directness. "But you realize that that was a mistake," he said. She answered him in the affirmative. Before those straight eyes of his she could not do otherwise. "I could not express my sympathy with you," he said.
He looked up with a sharp, startled movement, and through a floating mist he saw his grandmother's baffling smile from the canvas on the wall. The blood was singing in his ears. He clenched his hands involuntarily. Crowther! He had forgotten Crowther! And Crowther knew how much? But he had Crowther's promise of secrecy, so after all what had he to fear? Nothing nothing!
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