The Trespasser, Volume 2
en rallied. She remembered the events of the painful night, and often asked after Gaston. Somehow, her horror of her son's death at his hands was met by the injury d
Mr. Gasgoyne and Sir William arrived at the same time, but Gaston was unconscious again. Jacques, however, told them what his master's wishes were, and they were c
be installed as nurse, that her wish was granted, and she was with him night and day. Now she shook her head at him sadly, now talked in broken sentences to herself, now bustled about silently, a tyrant to the other servants sent down from t
apers could do no more than speak of "A vicious assault upon the heir of Ridley Court." It had become the custom n
emoved to the Court, Mr
was gaunt and hollow-ey
The woman made her resp
He looked up wit
me?" he asked. "
d his ban
voice, "but I can forgi'e the man. 'Twere done i' madness-there beant
him how dreadful a thing it was-so used had he been to dea
Jock would have been; but I can do for you in one w
mind can only understand an objective emotion, and the counters for these are this world's goods. Here was a balm in Gilead.
be fittin' the shore l
ee. I be sore frette
missed the grateful peasant, who fondled the deed and c
set the country talking? Here you were, in the dead of night, telling ghost stories, and raking up your sins, with no cause whatever, instead of in your bed. You were to have lunched with us the
er the guise of banter, was always grateful to
went
ll do what your godfather and
on him l
g. Who are my godfa
ly, warmly in the eye
asgoyne had objected. He knew that behind her playful treatment of the subject there was real scepticism of him
his hand, a
es," he said, "but I will try
up your minds, see that you treat her well. And you are to come, just as soon as you are able, to
But now he was on the way to marriage, and it was as well that there should be no new situations. The girl could not wish the thing known. There would be left him, in this case, to befriend her should it ever be needed. He remembered the spring of pleasure he felt when he
miled more with her eyes than her lips, and told him how sorry she had been to hear of his illness. Some months before Gaston had met Cluny Vosse, who at once was his admirer. Gaston liked the youth. He was fresh, high- minded, extravagant, idle; but he had no vices, and no partic
the crown of his hat, looke
cracker, d
nodded,
s. Of course it was rot. We were all cut up though and hoped you'd pull through.
berless tragical adventures which, if told,
t shell- proof, Vosse, and it was rather a narrow squeak, I'm
sometimes, that a chap doesn't know what to think. You oug
waved his hand pleasantly towards his grandf
ned on Si
is it, sir? He gets
s occasional
plate, the pictures, and the title; but
scious irony, and the boy, vaguely knowing tha
can have fun enough w
iring about Gaston's illness, and showing
dn't go out to dinner that night at Lord Dunfolly's, and, of course, I didn't
tly she said that they were to be at their villa in France during the late summer, and if he chanced to be abroad would he co
nished. "With y
show me art-lif
He saw that she wis
y Dargan?
th flutterin
ver needed a friend. I do not wait for t
hy
te social artifice and worl
may trust a woman's instinct; and I know that ma
must keep m
re reading?" she said,
iam was
t, and smil
to feel that it was incorrect, and my mind kept wandering away into patches of things-incide
Cluny, "that's
kingham." He read it. "Now here is the scene as I picture it." In qu
on was still talking. He gave the keys to Falby with a whispered word. In a few moments Falby placed a small lea
ow that I ev
father tel
mber so, thoug
ever see
r bef
t know wha
n the
ve never se
my kno
of Sir Gaston Belward, more than two hundred years old, found almost fi
rom the faded manuscrip
or twice Cluny gave a dr
said was here in stately
in point t
id, 'As your grace
o a sitting postur
t, w
swords that were crossed
y foot, for he was uncommon swift and dexterous. He pinched me sorely once under the knee, and I returned him one upon the wrist, which sent a devilish fire into his eyes. At that his play became so delicate and confusing that I felt I should go dizzy if it stayed; so I tried the one great trick cousin Secord taught me, making to run him through, as a
intness, and Cluny caught him, saving him from a fall. Cluny's colour was all
iam was alone with Gaston,
tand this faculty of memory, or whatever i
a how life comes
t. I confess
oo; but I sometimes fancy that I'
nds fan
manuscript, and here is a letter I w
lliam
ting is sing
that I am Sir Gaston Belward, Baronet, who is thought to
iam smil
carce enough to es
evious holder of the title isn't dead:
ching Sir William's face closely, out of curiosity chief
in the hands of a younger branch of the
" said Gaston
rases in a manuscript whic
apers came from there
s eyebrows ironically
im to take the thing at all s
property went with the title
eet and said testily: "T
ive
rse not
e bull, and laughe
each other
licitor's office all the sa