“It has come to nothing, sir, and I ask your pardon that I’ve been led
into giving you this trouble by an ass. But I make bold to ask is this
house licensed? and what right has anyone got to keep a dangerous madman
in it without inspection, or any eye over ’im? I’ll have to report it to
my superior.”
“Report it to the--devil, and be off with you,” Meredith said.
The party stood round, staring into each other’s faces, when the
strangers thus withdrew. The madman struggled against the fastenings
that secured him.
“Julia,” he said, “don’t let them take me!” He tried to get hold of her
with his hands, feeling for her as if he did not see, and began to cry
feebly, in a childish, broken voice, “Don’t let them take me! I have got
enough to pay everybody. I kept it for you and the children. It was for
you and the children; but I’ll pay up, I’ll pay everybody; only don’t
let them take me, don’t let them take me!” he whimpered, tears--piteous,
childish tears--suffusing the venerable face.
“Oh,” cried Gussy, “don’t let him cry; for God’s sake don’t let him cry!
I cannot bear it--I cannot bear it--it is too much.”
“I’ll never complain any more,” said the patient; “I’m very comfortable,
I don’t want for anything. You shall pay them all up yourself if you
don’t believe me. I’ll give you the money--only don’t let them send me
away! I’ve got it all safe here,” he said. “Stop a moment, I’ll give it
you: and all these ladies and gentlemen can prove it, that I gave it you
to pay up.” He struggled to get his arms free, trying to reach his
breast-pocket with one hand. “Vicars, get it out, and give it to your
mistress. The money--the money, you know, to pay everybody up. Only,” he
cried, putting the piteous hands together which were held fast and could
do so little, “don’t, Julia--don’t let them take me away!”
“Oh, mamma,” cried Gussy, “I can’t bear it--I can’t bear it.”
She fell on her knees and covered her face.
“Who is he?” said Dolff. They had all of them, and even Dolff himself,
forgotten what was the cause of this revelation. The young man came
forward, very pale. “I know nothing about this,” he said, looking round;
“nothing. I hope everybody will believe me. I want to know who he is!”
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