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"And in the meantime, that you make no further attempt of a similar nature?" "Not I!" he answered with emphasis. "I've had enough." "Then," Wingrave said, "we need not prolong this conversation. Forgive my suggesting, Mr. Richardson, that whilst I am on deck, the other side of the ship should prove more convenient for you!" The young man rose, and without a word staggered off.
I mean to buy first, and then go out to the mine. If I have made a mistake, I shall not be ruined. If Hardwell's story is true, there will be millions in it." Aynesworth said nothing, but his face expressed a good deal. "Here are the names of seven respectable brokers," Wingrave continued, passing a sheet of paper towards him. "I want you to buy five hundred shares from each of them.
"Thanks Aynesworth gave me a brandy and soda. Capital fellow, Aynesworth!" "Have another," Wingrave said shortly. He crossed the room to the sideboard. Wingrave glanced up from his letters, and smiled coldly as he saw the shaking fingers. "I don't often indulge like this," Barrington said, turning away from the sideboard with a tumbler already empty in his hands.
Her husband regarded her critically. "I am afraid, dear," he said, "that all this anxiety has knocked you up a little. You are not looking well." "I am tired," she answered calmly. "It has been a long season. I should like to do what Wingrave has done go away somewhere and rest." Barrington laid his hand upon hers affectionately.
"Be so good as to write to Christie's for me, and ask them to send down a valuer to go through the pictures." "You are really going to sell!" Aynesworth exclaimed. "Most certainly," Wingrave answered. "Heirlooms and family pictures are only so much rubbish to me. I am the last of my line, and I doubt whether even my lawyer could discover a next of kin for my personal property. Sell!
I have known men proclaim themselves cynics for life, who have been making idiots of themselves with their own children in five years." Wingrave nodded gravely. "True enough," he answered. "But the one thing which no man can mistake is death. Listen, and I will quote some poetry to you. I think it is something like this:
She looked at him earnestly. Gradually her face was softening. The frozen look was passing away. The expression was coming back to her eyes. She leaned a little towards him. Her voice, although it was raised above a whisper, was full of feeling. "Mr. Aynesworth," she murmured, "I am afraid of Sir Wingrave Seton!" Aynesworth said nothing.
All the cloud of suspicion and doubts and fears was suddenly lifted. He looked through new eyes on to a new world. "Thank God!" he exclaimed. "Not that I ever doubted it, Wingrave, but thank God!"... Barrington left the house radiant, Lady Ruth and Wingrave were alone. She watched him close the door and turn towards her, with a new timidity.
Tredowen has been in your mother's family for a good many years, and I should doubt whether it will be easily disposed of." The man at the head of the table raised his head. He looked steadily at the lawyer, who began to wish that he had left the room with his clerk. Decidedly, Sir Wingrave Seton was not an easy man to get on with.
They don't know anything, and wouldn't care if they did. Besides, you could call yourself what you liked." "Thank you," Wingrave said. "I am afraid I did not make myself quite clear. I was not thinking of play fellows. I was thinking of the men and women of my own order. Shall I put the matter quite clearly?
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