A Secret Inheritance (Volume 1 of 3)Farjeon, B. L. (Benjamin Leopold)
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A Secret Inheritance (Volume 1 of 3)
Farjeon, B. L. (Benjamin Leopold)
Mystery fiction; Sleepwalking -- Fiction
I pass over all further details with respect to the house of which I
became the tenant. It will be sufficient to say that the work
proceeded satisfactorily, though its complete execution occupied a
longer time than I expected. I spared no money, and insisted upon the
appointments, within and without, being of such an order as to be
worthy of the dear friends whom I hoped to receive often as my
guests. The association between me and the members of Doctor Louis's
family grew closer and more binding in its intimate relationship;
perfect confidence was established between us, and it made me glad to
think that they regarded me almost as one of themselves. I faithfully
observed the contract into which I had entered with Doctor Louis;
nearly three months of the twelve belonged to the past, and nothing
had occurred to disturb my tranquillity.
Before the end of the week I expected to remove from Doctor Louis's
house. He and I were frequently together when he went to visit those
of his patients who lived at a distance, and on one occasion at this
period we had arranged to ride in company to a village situated
sixteen miles from Nerac, and on our return to dine at an inn, and
visit some caves which had just been discovered, and which were said
to contain, among other relics of the past, bones and skeletons of
animals now strange to the district.
On our way out of Nerac we met the village postman, who gave Doctor
Louis a letter. He glanced at it, and saying "Ah, a letter from
Emilius," opened and read it as we ambled along the soft forest track.
CHAPTER X.
A letter from Emilius! The words seemed to burn themselves on my
brain. The tone in which they were uttered denoted satisfaction. It
was unreasonable, I knew, to torture myself about such a trifle, but
my love for Lauretta was so absorbing that the least thing was
sufficient to prick it into misery. I felt that I might as well be
jealous of the air that kissed her cheek as of a man whom I had never
seen, and who had given me absolutely no cause for jealousy. I do not
attempt to justify myself; I simply record the fact.
After reading the letter Doctor Louis put it in his pocket, and to my
great comfort presently spoke upon the subject that occupied my mind.
Had he not done so I should myself have managed to approach it, and in
so doing might have betrayed myself, as I feared would be the case
when Lauretta had mentioned the names of Eric and Emilius. The doctor
commenced by asking whether in any of our conversations he had ever
referred to two young friends of his, Eric and Emilius, from one of
whom he had just received a letter. I answered No, but that once
Lauretta had spoken of them in a tone which made me curious about
them.
"They are brothers, I believe," I observed.
"Yes," said Doctor Louis, "twin brothers, who commenced life with a
strange history--which," he added, "somewhat reverses the order of
things."
"Are they young?" I asked.
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