Dr. Brabazon led the way to his favourite room, the study, and they sat
down there in the subdued light of the summer's evening. The sun had
set; a crimson glow lingered in the west, and the evening star shone in
the clear sky. Perhaps Mr. Henry was glad of the semi-light; it is the
most welcome of all for an embarrassing interview.
"I have been anxious for you to return," he began in a low, distinct
tone. "I did not like to make my communication to you by letter, and
yet there was little time to spare."
"Why was there little?" interrupted the master.
"Because, sir, you may have occasion to look out for some one to
replace me in the College."
"Are you going to leave?"
"Not of my own accord; but you will in all probability dismiss me when
you have heard my confession."
He made a pause, but the doctor, waiting for more, did not break it.
They were, as usual, near the window, and what light there was fell
full on Mr. Henry. His hands lay on his knee listless; his face was
bent, in its sad earnestness, towards the master. A strange look of
contrition was upon it.
"I hardly know which you would deem the worse crime, Dr. Brabazon," he
resumed; "the theft you were led to suspect me of, or the real offence
of which I am guilty. I have not stolen property; but my whole life
since I came here has been one long-acting deceit."
"Why, what can you mean?" exclaimed the doctor, who had nearly
forgotten that there remained anything to explain, and was again
putting full trust in his German master.
"Deceit especially to you, and in a degree to others," came the reply.
"I am not Mr. Henry. Henry is only one of my Christian names. I am
Arthur Paradyne."
The doctor sat staring. "You are——; I don't understand," he cried,
breaking off in hopeless bewilderment.
"I am Arthur Henry Paradyne, son to the unfortunate gentleman who was
associated with the firm of Loftus and Trace in Liverpool; son to Mrs.
Paradyne; brother to Mary and George."
"Why, bless my heart!" slowly exclaimed the master, when he had taken
in the sense of the words; and then he came to a full stop, and fell
into his sea of bewilderment again.
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