'After all, what avails this?' he said bitterly. 'I indeed, for my own
part, require no further proof, but all corroboration is wanting, and
the one person who could afford it will certainly keep silence. She
would die rather than make a confession which would bring ruin on
herself and on her son, and I cannot compel her to speak--I must not,
could not, offer up the honour of our name, even though it be a
question of the heirship of Ettersberg. Yet full and complete
knowledge I must have--I must, cost what it may.'
He slowly closed the case and laid it down again, still standing
before it, musing profoundly, moodily.
'Perhaps there might be a way, one single way. If I were to go to
Edmund with this picture, and were to call upon him to explain, to
inquire into the facts of the case, he could force the truth from his
mother if he seriously set himself to the task, and he would so set
himself if once I introduced the suspicion to his mind. I know him
well enough to be sure of that. But what a terrible blow it would be
to him--to him, with his sensitive notions of honour, with his candid,
open nature, which has never condescended to a lie. To be hurled
suddenly from a position which, in the fulness of his happiness and
prosperity, must appear absolutely safe; to be branded as the
instrument, perhaps the accomplice, of a fraud!--I think the knowledge
of this would kill him.'
Love for the friend of his youth stirred in his breast, regaining
all its old force and fervour, but with it awoke other and
hostile emotions which clamoured to be heard. They recalled to him
the deep-dyed treachery of which he had been the victim, and as he
vacillated still, sought to influence him by counsels such as these:
'Will you really keep silence, and eschew the revenge which Fate has
placed in your hands? Will you go hence with sealed lips, go out to a
dark uncertain future, submit yourself to strangers, work your way up
with much toil and weariness of spirit, perhaps perish in the vain
struggle, while, if you will, you may be master here on the land which
belongs to you of right? Shall the woman who has been your bitterest
enemy triumphantly retain her power and endow her son with all the
good things of this life, while you are oppressed and kept down,
thrust out from the home of your fathers? Who has thought of your
feelings, of your inward conflicts? Use the weapons chance has given
you. You know the joints in the enemy's armour. Strike home!'
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