Part 47 (1/2)
”There is a ring of solid metal in 'The Waters of Marah.'” _Daily Telegraph_.
”Miss McQuinch has fairly established her claim to be considered the greatest novelist of the age.” _Middlingtown Mercury._
”Replete with thrilling and dramatic incident..... Instinct with pa.s.sion and pathos.” _Ladies' Gazette_.
TABUTEAU & SON, COVENT GARDEN.
”That is very flattering,” said Douglas, as he replaced the paper on the table.
”Highly so,” said Elinor. ”Coriola.n.u.s displaying his wounds in the Forum is nothing to it.” And she abruptly took the paper, and threw it disgustedly behind the sofa. Just then a message from the kitchen engaged Marian's attention, and Douglas, to relieve her from her guests for the moment, strolled out upon the little terrace, whither Marmaduke had moodily preceded him.
”Still in your difficulties, Lind?” he said, with his perfunctory air of concern, looking at the garden with some interest.
”I'm out of my difficulties clean enough,” said Marmaduke. ”There's the child among the currant bushes; and I am rid of her mother: for good, I suppose.”
”So much the better! I hope it has not cost you too much.”
”Not a rap. I met her in the museum after our confab on Wednesday, and told her what you recommended: that I must have the child, and that she must go. She said all right, and shook hands. I havnt seen her since.”
”I congratulate you.”
”I dont feel comfortable about her.”
”Absurd, man! What better could you have done?”
”Thats just what I say. It was her own fault; I did all in my power. I offered her five hundred pounds down. She wouldnt have it, of course; but could I help that? Next day, when she sent her maid for her things, I felt so uneasy that I came to Conolly, and told him the whole affair.
He behaved very decently about it, and said that I might as well have left her six months ago for all the good my staying had done or was likely to do. He has gone off to see her to-day--she is in lodgings somewhere near the theatre; and he will let me know in case any money is required. I should like to know what they are saying to one another about me. They're a rum pair.”
”Well, let us eat and drink; for to-morrow we die,” said Douglas, with an unnatural attempt at humor. ”Marian seems happy. We must not spoil her evening.”
”Yes: she is always in good spirits when he is away.”
”Indeed?”
”It seems to me that they dont pull together. I think she is afraid of him.”
”You dont mean to say that he ill-treats her?” said Douglas, fiercely.
”No: I dont mean that he thrashes her, or anything of that sort. And yet he is just that sort of chap that I shouldnt be surprised at anything he might do. As far as ordinary matters go, he seems to treat her particularly well. But Ive noticed that she shuts up and gets anxious when he comes into the room; and he has his own way in everything.”
”Is that all? He embarra.s.ses her by his behavior, I suppose. Perhaps she is afraid of his allowing his breeding to peep out.”
”Not she. His manners are all right enough. Besides, as he is a genius and a celebrity and all that, people dont expect him to be conventional.
He might stand on his head, if he chose.”
”Sholto,” said Marian, joining them: ”have you spoken to little Lucy?”
”No.”