English fiction -- 19th century; Victoria, Queen of Great Britain, 1819-1901 -- Fiction
‘Mary knew all about that. She came from Falmouth, and spent two days
in visiting people. I knew I could rely on her judgment. There were only
four or five people she cared to see at all, and of these only one that
seemed trustworthy.’
‘To be sure. One out of two-and-thirty. A higher percentage than would
apply to mankind at large, I dare say. By-the-bye, I was afraid you
might have found a difficulty in registering the birth.’
‘No. I went to the office myself, the morning that I was leaving
Falmouth, and the registrar evidently knew nothing about me. It isn’t
such a small place that everybody living there is noticed and talked
of.’
‘And Mary took the child straight to Dulwich?’
‘Two days before I came,--so as to have the house ready for me.
‘Perhaps it was unfortunate, Nancy, that you had so good a friend. But
for that, I should have suffered more uneasiness about you.’
She answered with energy:
‘There is no husband in the world worth such a friend as Mary.’
At this Tarrant first smiled, then laughed. Nancy kept her lips rigid.
It happened that he again saw her face in exact profile, and again it
warmed the current of his blood.
‘Some day you shall think better of that.’
She paid no attention. Watching her, he asked:
‘What are you thinking of so earnestly?’
Her answer was delayed a little, but she said at length, with an absent
manner:
‘Horace might lend me the money to pay back what I owe.’
‘Your brother?--If he can afford it, there would be less objection to
that than to any other plan I can think of. But I must ask it myself;
you shall beg no more favours. I will ask it in your presence.’
‘You will do nothing of the kind,’ Nancy replied drily. ‘If you think to
please me by humiliating yourself, you are very much mistaken. And you
mustn’t imagine that I put myself into your hands to be looked after
as though I had no will of my own. With the past you have nothing to
do,--with _my_ past, at all events. Care for the future as you like.’
‘But I must see your guardians.’
‘No. I won’t have that.’
She stood up to emphasise her words.
‘I must. It’s the only way in which I can satisfy myself--’
‘Then I refuse to take a step,’ said Nancy. ‘Leave all that to me, and I
will go to live where you please, and never grumble, however poor I
am. Interfere, and I will go on living as now, on Samuel Barmby’s
generosity.’
There was no mistaking her resolution. Tarrant hesitated, and bit his
lip.
‘How long, then, before you act?’ he inquired abruptly.
‘When my new home is found, I am ready to go there.’
‘You will deal honestly with me? You will tell every one, and give up
everything not strictly yours?’
‘I have done with lies,’ said Nancy.
‘Thank heaven, so have I!’
Part VI: A Virtue of Necessity
CHAPTER 1
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