He remembered how his hair had been additionally brushed and curled for
the occasion; and--yes, now he distinctly remembered that Geoffrey's
portrait had also been painted. Where was it? What had been done with
it?
All the circumstances returned to Miles Challoner's memory. The two
pictures had hung side by side for years. Where was that of the
younger son? The Squire had gone abroad for a short time, and the
brothers had remained at Rowley Court under the care of their tutor.
They had both written regularly to their father; and Miles found all
his own letters of that period carefully preserved, arranged according
to their dates, and indorsed, in his father's hand, "My Son's Letters,
18-." But there was no scrap of Geoffrey's writing, there was no trace
that he had ever lived, to be found within the walls of Rowley Court.
Only when Miles went into the room which had been the brothers' study,
only when he entered and looked round the long-unused apartments which
had been their nursery and play-room, could he realise that there had
been two in that stately old house eleven years ago. The room which
had been his wife's had always been occupied by the Squire after her
death; otherwise Miles would have hoped to find some little memento of
his brother there,--there, where he could dimly remember--or was it
fancy, and not memory?--- a gentle pale face turned wistfully towards
him when, a very little child, he was brought to see the fading mother
who had been early and mercifully taken away from the evil to come.
From evil indeed, from terrible and irremediable evil Miles Challoner
felt it must have been; else why the hopeless banishment, why the
impenetrable silence, why the apparently complete oblivion? He brooded
upon these things in the solitude to which the first few weeks of his
proprietorship of Rowley Court were devoted, almost to the exclusion
of every other subject of thought; and Mr. Styles found him singularly
inattentive and indifferent to the details of his property and his
squirearchical duties, as that experienced person laid them before
him.
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