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But, despicable as his conduct had been, he underwent no hasty
condemnation. The defection was discussed in all its bearings, but
it seemed sadly clear at last that this uncle must possess some
innate badness of character and fondness for low company. We who
from daily experience knew Miss Smedley like a book—were we not only
too well aware that she had neither accomplishments nor charms—no
characteristic, in fact, but an inbred viciousness of temper and
disposition? True, she knew the dates of the English kings by heart;
but how could that profit Uncle George, who, having passed into the
army, had ascended beyond the need of useful information? Our bows and
arrows, on the other hand, had been freely placed at his disposal;
and a soldier should not have hesitated in his choice a moment. No:
Uncle George had fallen from grace, and was unanimously damned. And
the non-arrival of the Himalayan rabbits was only another nail in his
coffin. Uncles, therefore, were just then a heavy and lifeless market,
and there was little inclination to deal. Still it was agreed that
Uncle William, who had just returned from India, should have as fair a
trial as the others; more especially as romantic possibilities might
well be embodied in one who had held the gorgeous East in fee.
Selina had kicked my shins—like the girl she is!—during a scuffle in
the passage, and I was still rubbing them with one hand when I found
that the uncle-on-approbation was half-heartedly shaking the other. A
florid, elderly man, quite unmistakably nervous, he let drop one grimy
paw after another, and, turning very red, with an awkward simulation
of heartiness, ‘Well, h’are y’all?’ he said, ‘Glad to see me, eh?’ As
we could hardly, in justice, be expected to have formed an opinion on
him at that early stage, we could but look at each other in silence;
which scarce served to relieve the tension of the situation. Indeed,
the cloud never really lifted during his stay. In talking things over
later, some one put forward the suggestion that he must at some time or
other have committed a stupendous crime. But I could not bring myself
to believe that the man, though evidently unhappy, was really guilty
of anything; and I caught him once or twice looking at us with evident
kindliness, though, seeing himself observed, he blushed and turned away
his head.
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