"Ah, you have a bigger mind than mine. You can rise to a wider view.
Change affects a commonplace man like myself most. I was dreadfully
lost at first--more than the wife knew. Females are very sensitive, and
it would have hurt her to know all I felt. If the Almighty is good
enough to give a man a faithful woman to look after him, he can't be
too scrupulous in sparing her pain--at least, so I think." Suddenly his
tone changed. "But you are not going to leave us, Dominic?--you are not
going to move, I do hope?"
He was mindful of his promise to Eliza Hart, but he was also mindful of
himself. It had occurred to him for how very much in the interest and
pleasure of his life Dominic Iglesias really stood.
"Why, should you regret my going? Should you miss me?" the other asked,
struck by his tone.
"Miss you," he said, "and after a friendship covering forty years! I
know you are my superior in every way. I know I am not on your level.
All the advantage is on my side in our friendship, always has been. But
that is just where it is. Why, you know, Dominic--next to the wife of
course--all along you have been the best thing I had."
Then it came to Iglesias, looking down at him, that among the many
millions of his fellow-mortals, this whimsical childlike being stood
nearest to him in sympathy and in love. The thought moved him
strangely, at once deepening his sense of isolation and lessening the
load of it.
"In that case I will not move. I will stay here, at Trimmer's Green,"
he said.
When Mr. Lovegrove reentered the sun-faded drawing-room his wife
greeted him in these words:
"Well, I have been thinking it all over, Georgie, and we shall only be
doing our duty by Mr. Iglesias if we send for your cousin Serena. For
my part, I don't trust Mrs. Porcher. Did you see that fly-away blue
bow? Those who seem so soft are often the deepest. And widows have all
sorts of little cunning ways with them." She rose from the thrice happy
sofa. "I was gratified to have Dr. Nevington and Mr. Iglesias meet. But
we certainly will have to send for Serena," she said.
CHAPTER VII
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