Part 117 (2/2)
”Well, when you were writing, you might have said a little more.”
”I wrote what poor Harry forced me to write. What else could I say?”
”You see, it has upset us all so terribly. George--I mean your father-- will never forgive you.”
”But you do not put yourself in my place, uncle. Think of how Harry was situated; think of his horror of being taken. Indeed, he was half mad.”
”No: quite, Louie; and you seem to have caught the complaint.”
”I hardly knew what I did. It was like some terrible dream. Harry frightened me then.”
”Enough to frighten any one, appearing like a ghost at the window when we believed he was dead.”
”I did not mean that, uncle. I mean that he was in a terrible state of fever, and hardly seemed accountable for his actions. I think I should have felt obliged to go with him, even if he had not been so determined.”
”Ah! well, you've talked about it quite enough.”
”No, no; I must talk about it--about Harry. Oh! uncle! uncle! after all this suffering for him to be taken after all! The horror! the shame!
the disgrace! You must--you shall save him!”
”I'm going to try all I know, my darling; but when once you have started the police it's hard work to keep them back.”
”How could you do it?”
”How could I do it?” cried the old man testily. ”I didn't do it to find him, of course, but to try and run you to earth. How could I know that Harry was alive?”
”But you will not let him be imprisoned. Has he not suffered enough?”
”Not more than he deserves to suffer, my child; but we must stop all that judge and jury business somehow. Get Van Heldre not to prosecute.”
”I will go down on my knees to him, and stay at his feet till he promises to spare him--poor foolish boy! But, uncle, what are you going to do? You will not send word down?”
”Not send word? Why, I sent to Madelaine a couple of hours ago, while you lay there insensible.”
”You sent?”
”Yes, a long telegram.”
”Uncle, what have you done?”
”What I ought to do, my child, and bade her tell her father and mother, and then go and break it gently to my brother.”
”Uncle!”
”There, there, my dear, you said I ought to put myself in your place; suppose you put yourself in mine.”
”Yes, yes, uncle, dear; I see now; I see.”
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