England -- Social life and customs -- 19th century -- Fiction; Families -- Fiction; Young women -- Fiction
So by the time I was dressed I had arrived at a kind of decision. I
would lead the conversation round to our former meeting, on the first
possible chance that offered itself of talking privately with the
younger Mr Payne; a word from him would be enough to show me my ground.
If he at once appeared determined to ignore all reference to the Greys
and their affairs, I should, I feared, feel compelled to give up all
hope of being of use. But this I did not anticipate. The covert
allusions in his remarks the night before, which had at once struck me
as more or less _intended_, made me instinctively certain that no
expression of interest in his unfortunate clients on my part would be
resented; nay more, that so long as I only mentioned them to himself
alone, something of the kind would seem but natural and called for.
Then again, perhaps the new trouble, whose existence I so strongly
suspected, might be something quite open and unmysterious, concerning
the health of the cripple brother or of some other of the family
perhaps, which even their confidential lawyers--and such it was
impossible to doubt was the Paynes' relation to them--might allude to,
to any one who knew the Grimsthorpe people even by name only.
"It is clear that _they_ are the originals of Rupert's mysterious
family," I said to myself, "but I will not come within a mile of
allusion to them to _him_. It would not be fair. I don't believe, to
begin with, that he knows anything, and I rather suspect from his manner
yesterday that he is frightened at having told me the little he did.
No; I can only try my ground with Clarence, no one else," and my spirits
rose as the idea took form in my imagination of my old dreams perhaps
coming true--of my acting the good fairy towards these poor people, for
nearly a quarter of a century immured in their gloomy dwelling, owing to
the evil machinations of--I started at the thought--a member of my own
family!
"But if it be so," I went on, "the more grounds for my trying to help if
I can;" and I went down to breakfast feeling quite strung up and
prepared to act upon my resolution as quickly as possible, even while
realising fully that it might call for some diplomacy, as unless I saw
that my motives were likely to be sympathised in by Clarence Payne, I
would say and do nothing, in _that_ direction at least.
I was met by disappointment. There was no one in the dining-room but
Mrs Payne, who added to her other model qualities that of punctuality
and early rising. I was, I suppose, a little late, but she greeted me
most cordially.
"We have to be very regular," she said, "as Mr Payne and my eldest son
go off pointedly, though I did want Clarence to give himself a little
latitude this morning after his long journey. And Felix, our baby, is
due at school at nine o'clock, though he has not very far to go. And
Rupert--" she was continuing, but I am afraid I cut her short.
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