Knowing in his secret heart what secret tie it was that bound him to
the occupant of Ivor Restormel’s personality, Kingston could not but
feel it strange and impressive that Gundred should have conceived so
violent and instinctive animosity against the young fellow. Could it
be a blind feeling of jealousy, recrudescent from the past? Anyhow,
it was the very devil and all of an inconvenience. And, as no sort
of wrong was meditated to Gundred, as no sort of wrong was possible,
Kingston saw clearly that her unreasonableness not only allowed him,
but enjoined him, in her own interests, to take a firm way of dealing
with these hysterical passions. Had she been cool and staid as usual,
he would have found the situation much more difficult to cope with; as
it was, her dishevelled zeal gave him the advantage, and enabled him to
assume the high position of one who has right and reason on his side.
‘Hang it all, Gundred,’ he protested. ‘What a piece of work to make
about nothing! One would have thought you would have been only too
glad to help an old neighbour’s son. You are generally so keen to do
what you can for people. Do try and get over these absurd fancies.
Do you suppose I am not just as anxious as you are that Jim shall be
kept out of undesirable hands? Come, you don’t think me a fool, I hope?
You don’t imagine that I should pick out a scoundrel for a whim? I
tell you, I like this young fellow; I like him more than I can say. He
attracts me strongly; I am sure we shall find him a great addition.’
Gundred looked up at him with righteous wrath in her eyes. ‘He must
have bewitched you,’ she said, devoutly and sincerely. ‘The Forces of
Evil sometimes have the most awful power. Oh, Kingston, listen to me.
Be wise, and repent in time. Oh, I never thought it would come to this.
Why, _why_ did we ever dine with those dreadful people?’
‘Gundred, you are either hysterical or medieval. And in either case,
really one cannot argue with you. I have never seen you like this
before. Poor boy! can you soberly think him an emissary of the devil?’
Kingston laughed.
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