The Impending Sword: A Novel (Vol. 1 of 3)Yates, Edmund
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The Impending Sword: A Novel (Vol. 1 of 3)
Yates, Edmund
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'I thank you,' she said, but did not take up the letter. 'I thought my
husband had given me his final instructions; but perhaps he had
forgotten something. I am sorry you should have had the trouble of
coming during business hours.' Then with a total change of tone, 'I
think you lost a sleeve-link here the other evening, which I picked
up; but most unfortunately it has--'
'Excuse me, Mrs. Griswold,' said Warren, in a firm tone, 'if in my
turn I interrupt you. I have something to say, and I do not wish to
turn to irrelevant matter's until it has been said. I did not come
here merely to bring you a letter, which I might have sent you by a
messenger; I came here for a more serious purpose, which may or may
not be corroborated by Mr. Griswold's letter--I know nothing of its
contents--to tell you that your husband has intrusted you to my care,
and wished you to refer to me in his absence in any case in which you
might experience difficulty or require advice.'
So far Helen had heard him with varying colour and a beating heart,
half choked with anger and an undefined dread but now she rose, and
laying her hand upon the letter, said, in an unsteady voice, 'Your
communication is an extraordinary one, Mr. Warren. I think--I think
you can hardly expect me to say that it is welcome. I would rather
read my husband's letter before I hear more.'
'You wish me to leave you?' asked Warren, who had risen when she rose,
but made no sign of an intention to go away.
'I do.'
'I cannot obey you, Mrs. Griswold. Let me beg that you will resume
your seat and listen to me. I am an unwelcome visitor, I know, and you
take my communication badly for some reason which I do not understand,
but which I hope to surmount.'
He controlled himself perfectly; his tone was quite deferential, and
not the faintest, most flickering smile passed over his face.
She had slowly reseated herself, and sat holding the letter and
looking at him with a fixed frown.
'Griswold felt this parting, in more than its sentimental aspect, very
seriously--he thought of your position gravely, and of your
inexperience and habitual dependence upon him for guidance. He deputed
me, as his most intimate friend--indeed, the only one who is
thoroughly acquainted with the business which has taken him to
England--to act for him in several affairs here--things with which I
need not trouble you--and to take care of you and baby; I use his own
words. In the first place, I must apprise you that all your letters to
your husband--the charming daily record which you have promised him'
(Helen started and winced with pain. That her husband should have
talked so familiarly of her with any man--with this man of all
men!)--'must reach him through me.'
'Through you? I do not understand what you mean.'
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