Great Porter Square: A Mystery. v. 1Farjeon, B. L. (Benjamin Leopold)
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Great Porter Square: A Mystery. v. 1
Farjeon, B. L. (Benjamin Leopold)
Detective and mystery stories; Fiction
To avoid the tittle-tattle of the world, and the scandal which any open
admission of social disturbances would be sure to give rise to, Mr.
Holdfast insisted that his wife should mingle freely in the gaieties
of society. She would have preferred to have devoted herself to her
husband, and to have endeavoured, by wifely care and affection, to
soften the blow which had fallen upon him. But he would not allow her to
sacrifice herself. "My best happiness," he said, "is to know that you
are enjoying yourself." Therefore she went more frequently into society,
and fêted its members in her own house with princely liberality. When
people asked after Mr. Holdfast's son, the answer--dictated by the
father himself--was that he had gone abroad on a tour. It appeared,
indeed, that the compact between father and son was that the young man
should leave England. In this respect he kept his word. He went to
America, and his father soon received news of him. His career in the
States was disgraceful and dissipated; he seemed to have lost all
control over himself, and his only desire appeared to be to vex his
father's heart, and dishonour his father's name. Events so shaped
themselves that the father's presence was necessary in America to
personally explain to the heads of firms with whom he had for years
transacted an extensive business, the character of the son who, by
misrepresentations, was compromising his credit. When he communicated
to his wife his intention of leaving her for a short time, she begged
him not to go, or, if it were imperative that the journey should be
undertaken, to allow her to accompany him. To this request he would not
consent; he would not subject her to the discomfort of the voyage; and
he pointed out to her that her presence might be a hindrance instead of
a help to him.
"Not only," he said, "must I set myself right with my agents in America,
but I must see my son. I will make one last appeal to him--I will speak
to him in the name of his dead mother! It is my duty, and I will perform
it. The wretched man, hearing of my arrival, may fly from the cities
in which it is necessary that I shall present myself. I must follow
him until we are once more face to face. Cannot you see that I must be
alone, and entirely free, to bring my mission to a successful issue."
Mournfully, she was compelled to confess that he was right, and that it
was imperative his movements should not be hampered. She bade him an
affectionate farewell, little dreaming, as he drove away from the house,
that she had received his last kiss.
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