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You have made me despise my husband, you have made me hate my life with him! You have forced me into a remembrance of what I have never really forgotten and oh! Wingrave," she added, opening her arms to him with a little sob, "if you send me away, I think that I shall kill myself. Wingrave!" There was a note of despair in her last cry. Her arms fell to her side.
That she should be a correspondent of yours, however, helps me to understand better several matters which have somewhat puzzled me lately. No! Don't go, my dear sir. We must really have this affair straightened out." "What affair?" Richardson demanded, with a very weak attempt at bluster. "I don't understand you don't understand you at all." Wingrave leaned a little forward in his chair.
"But surely he will come back himself some time?" she asked, The lawyer shook his head sorrowfully. "I am afraid," he said, "that Sir Wingrave has no affection for the place whatever." "No affection for Tredowen," she repeated wonderingly. "Do you know what I think, Mr. Pengarth? I think that it is the most beautiful house in the world!" "And yet you talk of leaving it."
"The fact is, I've had rather a rude knock, and Ruth thought I'd better come and see you." Wingrave remained a study of impassivity. His guest's whole demeanor, his uneasy words and nervous glances were an unspoken appeal to be helped out in what he had come to say. And Wingrave knew very well what it was. Nevertheless, he remained silent politely questioning. Barrington sat down a little heavily.
Wingrave shrugged his shoulders. "I will not remind you," he said, "that you came on your own initiative. I owe you the idea, however, so I will tell you the sort of person I shall look out for. In the first place, I do not require him to be a gentleman." "I can be a shocking bounder at times," Aynesworth murmured. "He must be more a sort of an upper servant," Wingrave continued.
"Thank you very much for my lunch." "Ah!" he said gravely, "if you would let me always call myself that!" She got into the car without a word. Wingrave walked straight back to his own house. Several people were waiting in the entrance hall, and the visitors' book was open upon the porter's desk.
"This is Lady Ruth Barrington," Wingrave said; "my ward, Miss Juliet Lundy." "Your ward?" Lady Ruth said, gazing at her intently. Juliet nodded. "Sir Wingrave has been very kind to me since I was a child," she said softly. "He has let me live here with Mrs. Tresfarwin, and I am afraid I sometimes forget that it is not really my home. Am I in the way?" she asked, looking wistfully towards Wingrave.
"Come!" he said firmly, and the youth obeyed. Wingrave led the way into his sitting room and dismissed his servant who was setting out a tray upon the sideboard. "Sit down," he ordered, and his strange guest again obeyed. Wingrave looked at him critically.
Barrington drew a thick breath the dull color was mounting to his cheeks. Wingrave continued calmly "I had possibly in my mind, at one time," he said, "the idea of drawing things on to a climax of witnessing the final disappearance of yourself and your wife from the world such as we know it. I have, however, ceased to derive amusement or satisfaction from pursuing what we may call my vengeance.
If I cannot make a living at that, I shall try something else." "You disappoint me," Wingrave said. "There is no place for you in London. There are thousands starving there already because they can paint a little, or sing a little, or fancy they can. Do you find it dull down here?" "Dull!" she exclaimed wonderingly. "I think that there can be no place on earth so beautiful as Tredowen."
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