Part 114 (2/2)

She shook hands with Anne--giving her Sir Patrick's note, unseen, at the same moment. Anne left the room. Without addressing another word to her second son, Lady Holchester beckoned to Julius to give her his arm. ”You have acted n.o.bly toward your brother,” she said to him. ”My one comfort and my one hope, Julius, are in you.” They went out together to the gate, Geoffrey following them with the key in his hand. ”Don't be too anxious,” Julius whispered to his mother. ”I will keep the drink out of his way to-night--and I will bring you a better account of him to-morrow. Explain every thing to Sir Patrick as you go home.”

He handed Lady Holchester into the carriage; and re-entered, leaving Geoffrey to lock the gate. The brothers returned in silence to the cottage. Julius had concealed it from his mother--but he was seriously uneasy in secret. Naturally p.r.o.ne to look at all things on their brighter side, he could place no hopeful interpretation on what Geoffrey had said and done that night. The conviction that he was deliberately acting a part, in his present relations with his wife, for some abominable purpose of his own, had rooted itself firmly in Julius.

For the first time in his experience of his brother, the pecuniary consideration was not the uppermost consideration in Geoffrey's mind.

They went back into the drawing-room. ”What will you have to drink?”

said Geoffrey.

”Nothing.”

”You won't keep me company over a drop of brandy-and-water?”

”No. You have had enough brandy-and-water.”

After a moment of frowning self-consideration in the gla.s.s, Geoffrey abruptly agreed with Julius ”I look like it,” he said. ”I'll soon put that right.” He disappeared, and returned with a wet towel tied round his head. ”What will you do while the women are getting your bed ready?

Liberty Hall here. I've taken to cultivating my mind---I'm a reformed character, you know, now I'm a married man. You do what you like. I shall read.”

He turned to the side-table, and, producing the volumes of the Newgate Calendar, gave one to his brother. Julius handed it back again.

”You won't cultivate your mind,” he said, ”with such a book as that.

Vile actions recorded in vile English, make vile reading, Geoffrey, in every sense of the word.”

”It will do for me. I don't know good English when I see it.”

With that frank acknowledgment--to which the great majority of his companions at school and college might have subscribed without doing the slightest injustice to the present state of English education--Geoffrey drew his chair to the table, and opened one of the volumes of his record of crime.

The evening newspaper was lying on the sofa. Julius took it up, and seated himself opposite to his brother. He noticed, with some surprise, that Geoffrey appeared to have a special object in consulting his book.

Instead of beginning at the first page, he ran the leaves through his fingers, and turned them down at certain places, before he entered on his reading. If Julius had looked over his brother's shoulder, instead of only looking at him across the table, he would have seen that Geoffrey pa.s.sed by all the lighter crimes reported in the Calendar, and marked for his own private reading the cases of murder only.

CHAPTER THE FIFTY-SECOND.

THE APPARITION.

THE night had advanced. It was close on twelve o'clock when Anne heard the servant's voice, outside her bedroom door, asking leave to speak with her for a moment.

”What is it?”

”The gentleman down stairs wishes to see you, ma'am.”

”Do you mean Mr. Delamayn's brother?”

”Yes.”

”Where is Mr. Delamayn?”

”Out in the garden, ma'am.”

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