On the Brink of a Chasm: A record of plot and passionMeade, L. T.
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On the Brink of a Chasm: A record of plot and passion
Meade, L. T.
Conspiracies -- Fiction; Husband and wife -- Fiction; Inheritance and succession -- Fiction; Mesmerism -- Fiction; Revenge -- Fiction
“If you have nothing to go upon, you must make up your mind to banish
your suspicions,” said Barbara, speaking in a resolute voice. “They do
you harm, Dick. You are not the man you were. Now that the child is dead
a great responsibility devolves upon you, and you ought to rise with
courage to meet it. I want you, Dick, to be the best landlord that the
Pelham property has ever had. I have ideals which I never thought to
have realized, but if you will do your part, they may come to pass.”
“I wish Piers was back in the world,” said the young man. “I should be
ten times happier living with you, Barbara, in a little house and
struggling for briefs. Of course, if the property and title had come to
me in the ordinary way——”
“But, Dick, they have,” said Barbara, rising as she spoke. “You will
dwell on this matter so long that your mind will really become affected
at last.”
“Sit down,” said Pelham. He held out his hand and drew her back to her
seat close to his side. “I have not quite told you all. Sit close to me,
Barbara. We must talk of this in whispers.”
Barbara drew nearer to her husband. The balcony at this moment was
absolutely deserted.
“Do you remember what happened immediately after Piers’s death?”
“What do you mean? Of course, I remember everything.”
“I allude to the night when the coffin was brought home.”
Barbara gave a slight shudder.
“I was in the house then,” she said. “Mrs. Pelham was very ill. It is
true Nurse Hester had arrived, but I liked to be with Mrs. Pelham, and
she was glad to have me.”
“On the night the coffin was brought in, two days before the funeral, I
called very late to see you.”
“Yes, I had gone to bed. The servant told me of your visit in the
morning.”
“I arrived between eleven and twelve at night. I rang the bell, and the
footman came to answer the door. He told me that all the household had
gone to bed, and that he had got up to answer my summons. I said I
should like to come in, as I wanted to verify something in the library.
I said I would let myself out presently, and that he need not stay up.
Of course, he treated me just like one of the family.
“I went to the library and stayed there for a little. My mind was full
of suspicion, in a turmoil and agony of uncertainty. I was only waiting
for something more to go upon, in order to have the whole thing sifted
to the very bottom.
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