The Trespasser, Volume 1.
ed. In the main building many lights were burning. There came a rattle of wheels behind him, and he shifted to let a carriage pass. Throug
, which struck Gaston, he knew not why. Perhaps it was the easy finesse of ceremonial. He looked at Brillon. He had seen him sit arms folded like that, looking from the top of
llon; we a
on looked down on him neutrally, and dismounted. Jacques did the same. The footm
?" he presently said. There
otman
r footman came down, and made as if to take the bridle. Gasto
addle-bags and taken them off. Gaston spoke to the horse, patted his neck, and gave him to the groom. Then he went up the steps, follo
"I might warn him, but it's best for th
sir?" aske
u a
by,
man Brillon here, and
name
into the light of the candles, and said i
, in spite of themselves, clung to Gaston's.
," he said m
ave you
ture on the
picture
ton Belw
t the corners of
ell, then you know what
into the
ustices'
ices' roo
like no Belward he had ever seen. Left to himself, Gaston looked round on a large, severe room. Its use dawned on him. This was part of the life: Sir William was a Justice of the Peace. But why had he been brought here? Why not to the library as himself had suggested? There would be some awkward hours for Falby in the future. Gaston had as winning a smile, as sweet a manner, as
?" he
library, sir? Sir Will
look, but his eyes were c
hate to enter this roo
e not,
ill, Falby
ssi
th the serpent and
ssi
not think that himself was so bizarre. Nor was he. But he looked unusual; as one of high civilisation might, through long absence in primitive countries, return in uncommon clothing, and with a ma
g for the staircase. Ladies with the grand air looked at him curiously, and two
a little gasping cry, and catchi
Robert Belward!
e-nez. She caught Gaston's profi
ert never had such a back,
her voice, and it carried distinctly t
ric, my dear! Did you see the boots and the sash? Why, bless me, if you are not shak
turned sharply to see if her daughters had been listening. She saw tha
s of your own, you would probably be more careful-tho
d up the staircase, Mr
ing at each other and
our. A crutch lay against one arm of her chair, and her left hand leaned on an ebony silver-topped cane. There was something painful, haunting, in the face -a weirdness in the whole picture. The face was looking into the sunlight, but the effect was rather of moonlig
was a face, so dim that one moment it seemed not to be there, and then suddenly to flash in-as a picture from beyond sails, lightn
like Gaston's, trained to observe, with the sight of a hawk and a sense of the mysterious, could have seen so quickly or so d
almost be fierceness, and the fingers of his fine hands opened and shut nervously. Though of no great stature, he had singular dignity. He was in evening- dress, and as he raised a hand to his chin quickly
epped forward respectfully. A bewildered, almost shrinking look came into
moothness, his voice had the ring of distance, which co
u as Sir Gaston Belward.
s the slow reply. "I did
was Falby's conclusio
ward, just
ade a quick gesture, as if driving away some f
ou be s
ng-table. His look was now steady and p
Belward? May I ask fo
so unlike anything he had ever met, save, to an extent, in his father, that it int
trembled on a paper-kn
for my heritage-with in
, then drew back to the table and steadied himself against it. Gaston rose also: his instinct
lward was
ather i
e year
lips. Presently he took out his handkerchief and coughed into it nervously. His
ore?" he asked at last, i
for a man than
I ask
tion-gives up too soon-throws awa
y-five when h
m fi
ed up sharply, p
this life: I k
t wo
South, the seas at fou
top-boots, the peeping sash
mother?" he
an of
of impatience, and looked s
s bolt, to have it over. "
roadly, with a touch of defiance, and leaned an ar
said coldly: "Have you th
ome papers fr
er from my father, and
pan
ened and read them one by one, his son's brief letter last-it was mere
nt Falby ent
ments, and all the gue
adyship, and ask her to
lb
eemed to be a moment's hesitatio
r luggage? Will you c
e cold outstre
have no evening-dress with
tic figure, a half- apprehensive smile as the
if anything
ll-cord. A ser
ve Mr. Gaston the room in the north tower. Then, from the press in the same room lay out the evening-dress which you will find there....
ays ago
tated. You will probably be in time for t
thes do not
ight and nearly as large, and
wenty-seven years before. The taciturn housekeeper, eyeing him excitedly the wh
ou here in my
parlourmaid,
e housekeep
ned, hiding her dour wrinkle
right hand if he
istled so
, so you will not need to risk a finger for me. I am goin
fingers twitched in his, t
, Sir. It's-it's like
om emotion was not graceful. "H'm!" said Gaston, as he shut the door. "P