For the past two months he had seen Poppy St. John but seldom, nor had
he heard from her. Whether by accident or by design he knew not, she
had rarely been at home on those occasions when he had been free to
call. For the last three weeks she had been away up the river, so he
understood, with her friend Dot Parris--_alias_ Miss Charlotte
Colthrust. A blight seemed to Iglesias to have fallen upon his and her
friendship, ever since the day of his return to Messrs. Barking
Brothers & Barking; and his discovery, or rather divination, of the
relation in which de Courcy Smyth stood to her. While her husband
remained nameless, an unknown quantity, Dominic deplored the fact of
her marriage, but as an abstraction. So soon as that fact had acquired
in his mind--whether rightly or wrongly--a name and local habitation,
now that he was liable to meet it daily incarnate--and that in most
unsavoury shape--liable to be constantly reminded of its near
neighbourhood, to witness a thousand and one unpleasing peculiarities
of speech, habit, and manner, unlooked-for emotions arose in Iglesias,
and those of a character of which he was by no means proud. Resentment
took him, indignation, strange movements of jealousy and hatred; all
very natural, no doubt, but decidedly bad for the soul. It was idle for
him to remind himself that his belief regarding de Courcy Smyth was
based upon supposition, upon circumstantial evidence which might prove
merely coincident. He could not rid himself of that belief, nor of the
emotional consequences of it; and these so vexed him that he questioned
whether it would not be better to remove from Cedar Lodge and seek a
domicile uninfected by the perpetual provocation of the man's presence.
But it was not easy to give a plausible reason to his hostess for any
immediate change of residence; nor was it easy, in the present stress
of business at the bank, to find time or energy for house-hunting. The
atmosphere of Cedar Lodge had become inimical. His rooms had ceased to
be a place of security and repose. Yet whither should he go? The great
wilderness of London seemed vastly inhospitable when it came to the
question of selecting a new dwelling-place.
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