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Upon the announcement of another visitor, whose name was not given, Turl took his departure. At the foot of the stairs, he met the other visitor, a man, whom the servant had just directed to Larcher's room.
Larcher. Do you think you are safe in having my work associated with yours, as Mr. Rogers proposes? It isn't too late to draw back." Whether the man still spoke seriously, Larcher could not exactly tell. Certainly the man's eyes were fixed on Larcher's face in a manner that made Larcher color as one detected. But his weakness had been for an instant only, and he rallied laughingly.
"I suppose so; but if you make it an object, you can find out about him, of course. That's a part of your profession, anyhow, isn't it? going about hunting up facts for the articles you write. So it ought to be easy, making inquiries about this Murray Davenport, and getting to know him." "Oh, am I to do that?" Mr. Larcher's wonder grew deeper.
Davenport, who never had a thousand dollars of his own at a time! and now this light-weight! compared with me I I'd give thirty cents to know what sort of a reception this fellow does get." Meanwhile, before Turl's arrival, but after Larcher's, the characteristics of Mr. Bagley had undergone some analysis from Edna Hill.
Larcher's sale was the more attractive in the fine weather because the house stood just at the end of the town, with a garden and stables attached, in that pleasant issue from Middlemarch called the London Road, which was also the road to the New Hospital and to Mr. Bulstrode's retired residence, known as the Shrubs.
Bud likely to be here again?" "Give it up. I ain't his private secretary." Just as Larcher was turning away, the street door opened, and in walked a man with a large hand-bag, who proved to be none other than Mr. Bud himself. "I was just looking for you," cried Larcher. "That so?" replied Mr. Bud, cheerily, grasping Larcher's hand. "I just got into town. It's blame cold out."
He recalled Davenport's odd look at parting, and wondered if it had meant anything in connection with this strange absence. And the money? The doubt and the solitude weighed heavily on Larcher's mind. And what should he say to the girls when he met them at tea? At two o'clock his impatience got the better of him. He went down-stairs, and after a few words with Mrs.
Larcher's great success in the carrying business, which warranted his purchase of a mansion near Riverston already furnished in high style by an illustrious Spa physician furnished indeed with such large framefuls of expensive flesh-painting in the dining-room, that Mrs. Larcher was nervous until reassured by finding the subjects to be Scriptural.
He perceived the two opposite inferences which might be made from that fact, and he knew that the police would probably jump at the inference unfavorable to his friend. For the present, he would guard his friend from that. Larcher's work on the case had just begun. For what was to come he required the fortification of dinner. Mrs.
Larcher's conceit which, by the way, had suffered a marvellous change to humility in the presence of his admired but it was a small and superficial thing compared with the self-satisfaction of Miss Edna, and yet hers sat upon her with a serenity which, taking her sex also into consideration, made it much less noticeable. "Well, this is a pleasure!" he cried, rapturously, jumping up to meet her.
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