England -- Social life and customs -- 19th century -- Fiction; Love stories; Man-woman relationships -- Fiction
I pressed her to my heart, with the unacknowledged tenderness of a
parting embrace. It was impossible to disguise the position in which I
had now placed myself. I had, so to speak, pronounced my own sentence of
banishment. When my interference had restored my unworthy rival to his
freedom, could I submit to the degrading necessity of seeing her in his
presence, of speaking to her under his eyes? _That_ sacrifice of myself
was beyond me--and I knew it. "For the last time!" I thought, as I held
her to me for a moment longer--"for the last time!"
The child ran to meet me with open arms when I stepped out on the
landing. My manhood had sustained me through the parting with the
mother. It was only when the child's round, innocent little face laid
itself lovingly against mine that my fortitude gave way. I was past
speaking; I put her down gently in silence, and waited on the lower
flight of stairs until I was fit to face the world outside.
CHAPTER XXIX. OUR DESTINIES PART US.
DESCENDING to the ground-floor of the house, I sent to request a
moment's interview with the landlady. I had yet to learn in which of the
London prisons Van Brandt was confined; and she was the only person to
whom I could venture to address the question.
Having answered my inquiries, the woman put her own sordid construction
on my motive for visiting the prisoner.
"Has the money you left upstairs gone into his greedy pockets already?"
she asked. "If I was as rich as you are, I should let it go. In your
place, I wouldn't touch him with a pair of tongs!"
The woman's coarse warning actually proved useful to me; it started
a new idea in my mind! Before she spoke, I had been too dull or too
preoccupied to see that it was quite needless to degrade myself by
personally communicating with Van Brandt in his prison. It only now
occurred to me that my legal advisers were, as a matter of course,
the proper persons to represent me in the matter--with this additional
advantage, that they could keep my share in the transaction a secret
even from Van Brandt himself.
I drove at once to the office of my lawyers. The senior partner--the
tried friend and adviser of our family--received me.
My instructions, naturally enough, astonished him. He was immediately
to satisfy the prisoner's creditors, on my behalf, without mentioning
my name to any one. And he was gravely to accept as security for
repayment--Mr. Van Brandt's note of hand!
"I thought I was well acquainted with the various methods by which a
gentleman can throw away his money," the senior partner remarked. "I
congratulate you, Mr. Germaine, on having discovered an entirely new
way of effectually emptying your purse. Founding a newspaper, taking a
theater, keeping race-horses, gambling at Monaco, are highly efficient
as modes of losing money. But they all yield, sir, to paying the debts
of Mr. Van Brandt!"
I left him, and went home.
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