Barren Honour: A NovelLawrence, George A. (George Alfred)
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Barren Honour: A Novel
Lawrence, George A. (George Alfred)
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Wyverne remained at the village inn, not a mile from the park gates,
just long enough to rest his horses and men, and then rode back to the
Abbey as fast as blood and bone of the best would carry him. His
strained nerves and energies were not relaxed till he got fairly home.
There was a sharp reaction, and he lay for some time in a state of half
stupor; but he was never seriously ill. It was no wonder that mind and
body should be utterly worn out: the dark ride through such wild weather
was trying enough, and he had scarcely tasted food or drink for twenty
hours. Twice within the week there came a special messenger from
Clydesholme; it was to be presumed that the errand was one of peace;
for, eight days after Helen's death, Alan Wyverne stood in his place
among the few friends and relations who travelled so far to see her laid
in her grave. But it was noticed that neither at meeting nor parting did
any word or salutation pass between him and the Earl. Alan arrived only
just in time for the funeral, and left immediately afterwards, without
setting his foot over the threshold of Clydesholme.
No one saw anything of Wyverne for some weeks. When he reappeared in
society he looked certainly older, but otherwise his manner and bearing
and temper remained much the same as they had been for the last four
years.
That night left its mark on others besides him. It was long before
Beauclere recovered his genial careless elasticity of spirit; and for
months his wife scarcely slept a night without starting and moaning in
her dreams. Judging from outward appearance, Clydesdale was the person
most strongly and permanently affected by the events just recorded. He
was never the same man again: his temper was still often harsh and
violent, but the arrogant superciliousness, and intense appreciation of
himself and his position, had quite left him. The lesson, whatever it
was, lasted him his life. Very few of the many who were pleased or
profited by the alteration in the Earl's character, guessed at what a
fearful cost the improvement had been made.
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