City and town life -- Fiction; Man-woman relationships -- Fiction
“You see, I have had a touch of my abominable gout, and my treasure of a
Braddle has been nursing me and gossiping,” he answered. “So, of course
I know a great deal. None of it true, I dare say. I felt I must come and
see you, however.”
He looked so neat and entirely within the boundaries of finished and
well-dressed modernity and every-day occurrence, in his perfectly
fitting clothes, beautifully shining boots, and delicate fawn gaiters,
that she felt a sort of support in his mere aspect. The mind connected
such almost dapper freshness and excellent taste only with unexaggerated
incidents and a behavior which almost placed the stamp of absurdity upon
the improbable in circumstance. The vision of disorderly and illegal
possibilities seemed actually to fade into an unreality.
“If Mr. Palford and Mr. Grimby knew him as I know him--as--as you know
him--” she added with a faint hopefulness.
“Yes, if they knew him as we know him that would make a different matter
of it,” admitted the duke, amiably. But, thought Miss Alicia, he might
only have put it that way through consideration for her feelings, and
because he was an extremely polished man who could not easily reveal to
a lady a disagreeable truth. He did not speak with the note of natural
indignation which she thought she must have detected if he had felt as
she felt herself. He was of course a man whose manner had always
the finish of composure. He did not seem disturbed or even very
curious--only kind and most polite.
“If we only knew where he was!” she began again. “If we only knew where
Mr. Strangeways was!”
“My impression is that Messrs. Palford & Grimby will probably find
them both before long,” he consoled her. “They are no doubt exciting
themselves unnecessarily.”
He was not agitated at all; she felt it would have been kinder if he
had been a little agitated. He was really not the kind of person
whose feelings appeared very deep, being given to a light and graceful
cynicism of speech which delighted people; so perhaps it was not natural
that he should express any particular emotion even in a case affecting
a friend--surely he had been Temple's friend. But if he had seemed a
little distressed, or doubtful or annoyed, she would have felt that she
understood better his attitude. As it was, he might almost have been on
the other side--a believer or a disbeliever--or merely a person looking
on to see what would happen. When they sat down, his glance seemed to
include her with an interest which was sympathetic but rather as if she
were a child whom he would like to pacify. This seemed especially so
when she felt she must make clear to him the nature of the crisis which
was pending, as he had felt when he entered the house.
“You perhaps do not know”--the appeal which had shown itself in her eyes
was in her voice--“that the solicitors have decided, after a great deal
of serious discussion and private inquiry in London, that the time has
come when they must take open steps.”
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