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She stifled it only by crushing her face into the pillow until the hysterical fit had passed, and she lay like one dead. A fortnight after his first visit Mr. Scawthorne again presented himself, polite, smiling, perhaps rather more familiar. He stayed talking for nearly an hour, chiefly of the theatre. Casually he mentioned that Grace Rudd had got her engagement only a little part in a farce.
After a night passed without a wink of sleep, struggling with the amazement, the incredulity, the confusion of understanding caused by his father's words, he betook himself to a familiar public-house, and there penned a note to Scawthorne, requesting an interview as soon as possible.
I always have more given me than I can well use. Clara thanked him rather coldly, and said that she was very seldom free in the evening. Thereupon Mr. Scawthorne again smiled, raised his hat, and departed.
There will come of it a vicious formation, and the principle applies also to the youth of men. Scawthorne was fond of the theatre; as soon as his time of incessant toll was over, he not only attended performances frequently, but managed to make personal acquaintance with sundry theatrical people.
Her only feelings were infinite self-pity and a dull smouldering hatred of all others in the world. A doctor would have bidden her take to bed, as one in danger of grave illness. She bore through it without change in her habits, and in time the strange lethargy passed. Scawthorne came to the bar frequently. He remarked often on her look of suffering, and urged a holiday.
This gentleman was 'something in the City; he had rather a close look, but proved genial enough, and was very ready to discuss things in general with Mr. Polkenhorne and his capitalist friend Mr. Camden, just from the United States. A word or two about Charles Henry Scawthorne, of the circumstances which made him what you know, or what you conjecture.
I have reasons; shouldn't mind talking them over with you, if you can give me the information I want. 'I can do that, replied Scawthorne with a smile. 'If you are J. J. Snowdon, you are requested to communicate with Michael Snowdon that's all. 'Oh! but I have communicated with him, and he's nothing particular to say to me, as far as I can see.
Scawthorne realised more distinctly what a hazardous game he had been playing. And here was this brief note, signed 'C. V. An ugly affair to look back upon, all that connected itself with those initials. The worst of it was, that it could not be regarded as done with. Had he anything to fear from 'C. V. directly? The meeting must decide that.
There is such a thing as self-martyrdom in the cause of personal integrity; another man might have said to himself, 'Providence forbids me the gratification of my higher instincts, and I must be content to live a life of barrenness, that I may at least be above reproach. True, but Scawthorne happened not to be so made. He was of the rebels of the earth.
Scawthorne sipped at his glass, gave a stroke to each side of his moustache, and seemed to reflect. 'You were coming to ask Mr. Percival privately for information? 'That's just it. Of course if you can't give me any, I must see him to-morrow. 'He won't tell you anything more than I have. 'And you don't know anything more? 'I didn't say that, my dear fellow.
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