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âI confess I was wrong,â continued I, without regarding this bitter interruption; âbut whether want of courage or mistaken kindness was the cause of my error, I think you blame me too severely. I told Lady Lowborough two weeks ago, the very hour she came, that I should certainly think it my duty to inform you if she continued to deceive you: she gave me full liberty to do so if I should see anything reprehensible or suspicious in her conduct; I have seen nothing; and I trusted she had altered her course.â
He continued gazing from the window while I spoke, and did not answer, but, stung by the recollections my words awakened, stamped his foot upon the floor, ground his teeth, and corrugated his brow, like one under the influence of acute physical pain.
âIt was wrong, it was wrong!â he muttered at length. âNothing can excuse it; nothing can atone for itâ âfor nothing can recall those years of cursed credulity; nothing obliterate them!â ânothing, nothing!â he repeated in a whisper, whose despairing bitterness precluded all resentment.
âWhen I put the case to myself, I own it was wrong,â I answered; âbut I can only now regret that I did not see it in this light before, and that, as you say, nothing can recall the past.â
Something in my voice or in the spirit of this answer seemed to alter his mood. Turning towards me, and attentively surveying my face by the dim light, he said, in a milder tone than he had yet employedâ ââYou, too, have suffered, I suppose.â
âI suffered much, at first.â
âWhen was that?â
âTwo years ago; and two years hence you will be as calm as I am now, and far, far happier, I trust, for you are a man, and free to act as you please.â
Something like a smile, but a very bitter one, crossed his face for a moment.
âYou have not been happy, lately?â he said, with a kind of effort to regain composure, and a determination to waive the further discussion of his own calamity.
âHappy?â I repeated, almost provoked at such a question. âCould I be so, with such a husband?â
âI have noticed a change in your appearance since the first years of your marriage,â pursued he: âI observed it toâ âto that infernal demon,â he muttered between his teeth; âand he said it was your own sour temper that was eating away your bloom: it was making you old and ugly before your time, and had already made his fireside as comfortless as a convent cell. You smile, Mrs. Huntingdon; nothing moves you. I wish my nature were as calm as yours.â
âMy nature was not originally calm,â said I. âI have learned to appear so by dint of hard lessons and many repeated efforts.â
At this juncture Mr. Hattersley burst into the room.
âHallo, Lowborough!â he beganâ ââOh! I beg your pardon,â he exclaimed on seeing me. âI didnât know it was a tĂȘte-Ă -tĂȘte. Cheer up, man,â he continued, giving Lord Lowborough a thump on the back, which caused the latter to recoil from him with looks of ineffable disgust and irritation. âCome, I want to speak with you a bit.â
âSpeak, then.â
âBut Iâm not sure it would be quite agreeable to the lady what I have to say.â
âThen it would not be agreeable to me,â said his lordship, turning to leave the room.
âYes, it would,â cried the other, following him into the hall. âIf youâve the heart of a man, it would be the very ticket for you. Itâs just this, my lad,â he continued, rather lowering his voice, but not enough to prevent me from hearing every word he said, though the half-closed door stood between us. âI think youâre an ill-used manâ ânay, now, donât flare up; I donât want to offend you: itâs only my rough way of talking. I must speak right out, you know, or else not at all; and Iâm comeâ âstop now! let me explainâ âIâm come to offer you my services, for though Huntingdon is my friend, heâs a devilish scamp, as we all know, and Iâll be your friend for the nonce. I know what it is you want, to make matters straight: itâs just to exchange a shot with him, and then youâll feel yourself all right again; and if an accident happensâ âwhy, thatâll be all right too, I daresay, to a desperate fellow like you. Come now, give me your hand, and donât look so black upon it. Name time and place, and Iâll manage the rest.â
âThat,â answered the more low, deliberate voice of Lord Lowborough, âis just the remedy my own heart, or the devil within it, suggestedâ âto meet him, and not to part without blood. Whether I or he should fall, or both, it would be an inexpressible relief to me, ifâ ââ
âJust so! Well thenâ ââ
âNo!â exclaimed his lordship, with deep, determined emphasis. âThough I hate him from my heart, and should rejoice at any calamity that could befall him, Iâll leave him to God; and though I abhor my own life, Iâll leave that, too, to Him that gave it.â
âBut you see, in this case,â pleaded Hattersleyâ â
âIâll not hear you!â exclaimed his companion, hastily turning away. âNot another word! Iâve enough to do against the fiend within me.â
âThen youâre a white-livered fool, and I wash my hands of you,â grumbled the tempter, as he swung himself round and departed.
âRight, right, Lord Lowborough,â cried I, darting out and clasping his burning hand, as he was moving away to the stairs. âI begin to think the world is not worthy of you!â Not understanding this sudden ebullition, he turned upon me with a stare of gloomy, bewildered amazement, that made me ashamed of the impulse to which I had yielded; but soon a more humanised expression dawned upon his countenance, and before
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