Methodist Church (Great Britain) -- Fiction; World War, 1914-1918 -- Fiction
'I see no reason why he should not,' he said. All the same, there was
an anxious look in his eyes as he went away.
CHAPTER XXXVI
EDGECUMBE'S RESOLUTION
In spite of my excitement, I slept heavily and late, and when I awoke I
found that it was past ten o'clock. Dressing hurriedly, I rushed to
Edgecumbe's bedroom and found him not only awake, but jubilant.
'It's all right, old man,' he said. 'I am a new man. Merril has
already been here. He advises me to be quiet for a day or two, but I
am going to get up.'
'And there are no ill effects? Your mind is quite clear?'
'Clear as a bell. There is just one black ugly spot; but it doesn't
affect things.'
'Black ugly spot?' I asked anxiously.
'Yes, I'll tell you about it presently. Not that it matters.'
Throughout the day I saw very little of him, as neither his father nor
mother would allow him out of their sight. It was pathetic the way
they followed him wherever he went. I saw, too, that they were
constantly watching him, as if looking for some sign of illness or
trouble. I imagine that their joy was so sudden, so wonderful, that
they could scarcely believe their own senses. It was evident, too,
that they gloried in his career since I had met him more than two years
ago. The thought that he should have, without influence or position,
surmounted so many difficulties, and become the hero of the hour, was
wonderful beyond words. More than once I caught Lord Carbis scanning
the newspapers which contained references to him, his eyes lit up with
pride.
In spite of all this, however, I foresaw difficulties, saw, too, that
if Edgecumbe had not become radically changed, he would be a great
disappointment to his father. Would he, I wondered, stand by the words
he had uttered at the great public meeting? Would he refuse to
participate in the wealth which his father had amassed through his
connection with the trade which he believed was one of the great curses
of humanity? For it was evident that Lord Carbis was a man of strong
opinions. He had built up a great and prosperous business by
enterprise, foresight and determination. To him that business was
doubtless honourable. Through the wealth he had amassed by it, he had
become a peer of the realm. What would he say and do if his son took
the stand which, in spite of everything, I imagined he would?
Other things troubled me, too. Springfield, who was staying with St.
Mabyn, motored over early, and immediately sought Lorna Bolivick's
society. Of course Edgecumbe saw this, and I wondered how it would
affect him. I wondered, too, how Sir Thomas would regard Springfield's
suit, now that the future of his life was so materially altered. I
tried, by a study of Lorna Bolivick's face, to understand the condition
of her heart. I wondered whether she really cared for the tall,
sinister-looking man who, I judged, had evidently fascinated her.
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