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The something to be known was gradually, he felt, shaping into a definite form; it had acquired locality this very evening, as he was assured by the recollection of a certain repressed movement upon Mr. Le Mesurier's part at the mention of Boruwimi. Could he add to the knowledge by the help of the interview? Mr.
There was one other literary matter on which he held a very personal and unshakable opinion, Henry Mesurier's future as a poet; and on this he came just in the nick of time to cheer him this evening. "The next move will be to London, old fellow," he said; "and then you'll soon see my prophecies come true. My opinion mayn't be worth much, but you know what it is.
Of course Louise will be going to the shop now and again." Peter laid his hand, like a lion's paw, on Mesurier's shoulder, as if he would rend the truth out of him. "And what's the matter with her going to the shop?" said Peter, so rapidly and thickly as to be hardly articulate. "None that I know of," said the other uneasily, shrugging off Peter's hand, with an attempted laugh.
The taste's barbarian, I don't doubt. Miss Le Mesurier's lips instinctively pouted a mischievous 'bourgeois' towards Mallinson. He remarked hastily that he thought the curtain was on the point of rising, and Miss Le Mesurier pushed her opera-glasses towards him with a serene 'Not yet, I think. Mallinson understood the suggestion of her movement and relapsed into a sullen silence.
Good-bye, and don't forget; five o'clock. I shall be in to no one else. And Mrs. Willoughby drove off with the smile again upon her face. Whether Fielding was correct in limiting Miss Le Mesurier's capacity for continued seriousness, she was undeniably serious when she called upon Mrs. Willoughby at half-past one on the following day.
I laughed, because I notice that whenever you are particularly obedient to Papa, then you are particularly resolved to have your own way. Miss Le Mesurier's foot tapped under the table. 'Of course, she said, with a withering shrug of her shoulders, 'that's wit, Mr. Fielding. Repartee was not her strong point. 'No, he replied, 'merely rudeness.
Miss Le Mesurier's lips curled at the despicable phrase, but she blamed Mrs. Willoughby for the fact which it described, not Sidney Mallinson. His attitude she could understand, and make allowance for; it had been a despairing act prompted by an instinct of self-preservation to rid himself of the hopeless thought of her. An unsuccessful act too, for the poor fellow had broken down.
From the clash of two natures so thoroughly different as those of the two men, played off against one another with all the delicate manipulation of Miss Le Mesurier's experienced hand, there was much enjoyment to be anticipated for the purely disinterested spectator which he intended to be. Of the probable dénouement he formed no conception, and in fact avoided purposely any temptation to do so.
'In that case I must take my own course, he said, and he went out of the room and mounted the stairs. It was the dusk of a February afternoon. Drake had found the lamps lit in Mr. Le Mesurier's library, and the gas was burning in the hall and on the stairs.
Those dark ages of oppression were long since passed for Henry and Esther, when Mike began to steal in of an evening to see Esther, and they were only referred to now and again, anecdotally, as the nineteenth century looks back at the days of the Holy Inquisition; but still it was wise to be cautious, for an interdict against Mike's coming to the house was quite within possibility, even in this comparatively enlightened epoch; and that would have been even more effective than James Mesurier's old friend Tarporley's stick of sacred memory.
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