The Mystery of M. FelixFarjeon, B. L. (Benjamin Leopold)
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The Mystery of M. Felix
Farjeon, B. L. (Benjamin Leopold)
Detective and mystery stories; English fiction -- 19th century
"Yes, with my life, Len," replied the warm-hearted young fellow, and
allowed himself to be persuaded. In a private room in the hotel
Leonard heard the whole story, and saw that Gerald was very much in
earnest. This did not please him, but he said not a word to Emilia's
disadvantage; he was a cunning worker, and he knew which roads were
the best to compass any designs he had in view. He no more believed in
Emilia's innocence and purity than the worst of her detractors, but he
was not going to tell Gerald this. Gerald was trying to throw dust
into his eyes, but that was a game that two could play at. With his
own cynical disbelief in womanly purity he laughed at the idea of
Emilia innocently occupying Gerald's house for a whole night.
"You must not be too angry with people," he said, "for speaking
against the young lady. We live in a frightfully ill-natured world."
"I know, I know," groaned Gerald, "and it makes it all the harder for
my poor girl. It was I who thrust her into the position; she was
insensible when I took her into the house. Can you not see there was
nothing else to be done?"
"I see it of course, my boy, and I am sincerely sorry for the pair of
you."
"She must be suffering agonies"----
"Be reasonable, Gerald," said Leonard with affectionate insistance;
"it's a hundred to one she knows nothing of it. I must exercise my
authority as an elder brother over you, and as more of a man of the
world than you are. Now, what is it you want to do?"
"To find out where she has been taken to, and to insist upon her
marrying me at once. That is the surest way to silence the slanderer.
I have done her a wrong--not wilfully, Len, you know me too well for
that--and I must repair it at the very earliest moment. Thank God she
believes in me, and knows that I am faithful and true. Oh, Len, she is
an angel, the sweetest, dearest woman that ever breathed! No man could
help loving her."
"From what you tell me of her, Gerald, we must proceed carefully. A
nature so sensitive as hers must be dealt with delicately. You see, my
boy, there is no disguising that if people are speaking against her,
you are the cause of it. I was wrong in saying that it's a hundred to
one she knows nothing of it; I ought to have put it the other way.
Very well, then. Your Emilia is an angel--granted; I believe every
word you say of her. But she is a woman, nevertheless, and you are
responsible for dragging her name through the mud."
"Good God!" exclaimed Gerald. "You put it strongly."
"I am bound to do so, as the sincerest friend you have. I hope you
give me credit for being that, Gerald."
"Len, if you were not here I should go distracted."
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