The young man would have answered with some kindly words of farewell;
but as the other ceased speaking, he became aware that, under the
glistening, outstretched arms of the caryatides, that tremendous unseen
presence bent downwards, extending itself sensibly over the bed.
Suddenly, and with a surprising effect of strength, Mr. Rivers started
into a sitting position.
"Lowndes," he called imperatively, and reached out for the handle of the
silver bell.
But before Laurence could render him any help he sunk down sideways--as
though under the weight of a heavy blow--the upper part of his body
hanging over the edge of the bed, and his thin, reed-like hands, with
their ancient and mysterious rings, dragging upon the carpet--dead.
XVII
The afternoon was fair and mild, a pensive charm upon it of misty
sunshine and light fugitive shadows--one of those tender, silvery
afternoons very characteristic of an English spring. It was as though
nature, repentant of the violence of the past night, would disarm
resentment by softness of mood, pretty invitations, and all manner of
insinuating caresses. Thrushes piped among the high branches, and on the
house-roofs starlings whistled and chattered, their crops filled with
succulent comfort of worms and slugs. Upon the wide lawns two pairs of
grey wag-tails scampered, with interludes of love-making and rapid
upward flutterings after young gnats and flies--born out of due time and
paying speedy and final penalty of too precocious an advent. The year
had fairly turned its back on winter at last, and a promise of genial
days, warm, lingering twilights, and tranquil nights was in the air.
Yet the late storm had not departed altogether without witness. For
Laurence, pacing the broad walk from the last steps of the Italian
garden to the confines of the lime-grove, could hear the hushing of
birch-brooms and the ring of an axe. One of the tall cypresses had
fallen right across the central alley, and gardeners were still busy
chopping it up, carting away blocks of red wood and barrow-loads of
scented branches, and obliterating the traces of its downfall.
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