England -- Fiction; Mothers and daughters -- Fiction; Murder -- Investigation -- Fiction; Mystery fiction
The relations between these two were peculiar. Ever since he had seen
her at his mother's cottage, Belk had followed her everywhere like her
shadow, much to Mrs. Belswin's astonishment, for, candid in all
things to herself, she could not conceive how a handsome young man
could leave younger women for one verging on middle age. Yet such
was the case. This bucolic man had fallen passionately in love, and
adored her with all the sullen ardour of his obstinate nature. He was
slow-witted, dull-headed, and it took a long time for an idea to
penetrate into his brain, but once the idea was there, nothing could
get it out again. This woman, so different from all he had known, who
spoke in a commanding way, who flashed her eyes fiercely on all, as if
they were her slaves, had, without a word, without a sign, brought to
his knees this uncultured man, who knew nothing of the deference due
to the sex, and whose only attributes were great physical strength and
a handsome exterior. Formerly, owing to these advantages, he had
gained admiration from all women, and in return had treated them with
brutal indifference, or scarcely veiled contempt; but now the
positions were reversed, and he was the abject slave of this imperious
queen, who looked down at him with disdain. It was a case of Samson
like wax in the hands of Delilah--of Hercules subjugated by Omphale;
and Samson Belk, with all his virile strength, his handsome face, his
stalwart figure, was crouching like a dog at the feet of Mrs. Belswin.
He looked somewhat haggard as he came towards her and took off his
hat, Mrs. Belswin nodding coldly to him in return.
"Well, Mr. Belk," she said, indifferently, "what are you doing here?"
"I heard you were going to town, madam."
"Yes? How can that possibly concern you?" Belk stood twisting his hat
round and round in a sheepish manner.
"I thought I might be of service to you," he stammered, looking at her
portmanteau.
"Thank you, but there is no need. The porters will attend to all
that," replied the lady, graciously. "But you don't look very well,
Mr. Belk. I suppose you've been drinking."
Candour was Mrs. Belswin's strong point, and looking at Belk as an
inferior animal, she treated him accordingly, but he seemed in nowise
displeased at her bluntness.
"No; I haven't been drinking, madam."
"That's just as well. You know Sir Rupert returns next week, and if he
found you to be dissipated, he'd dismiss you on the spot."
"Would he?" said Belk, sullenly. "Let him if he likes. You seem to
know Sir Rupert, madam."
"I? No; but I have heard about him."
"He's a hard man, what I've seen of him."
Mrs. Belswin was not going to discuss this subject with a servant like
Belk, so she turned indifferently away as the train came into the
station, and left him standing there, looking in sullen admiration at
her graceful form in the dark garments she now affected.
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