Man and Wife Wilkie Collins (read 50 shades of grey .TXT) đ
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The fish came in, and Arnold was silencedâ âuntil his next opportunity came with the next interval in the course of the dinner.
âWhat are the difficulties?â he asked.
âThe difficulties are my difficulties and yours,â answered Sir Patrick. âMy difficulty is, that I canât assert my authority, as guardian, if I assume my niece (as I do) to be a married woman. Your difficulty is, that you canât assert your authority as her husband, until it is distinctly proved that you and Miss Silvester are not man and wife. Lady Lundie was perfectly aware that she would place us in that position, when she removed Blanche from this house. She has cross-examined Mrs. Inchbare; she has written to your steward for the date of your arrival at your estate; she has done everything, calculated everything, and foreseen everythingâ âexcept my excellent temper. The one mistake she has made, is in thinking she could get the better of that. No, my dear boy! My trump card is my temper. I keep it in my hand, Arnoldâ âI keep it in my hand!â
The next course came inâ âand there was an end of the subject again. Sir Patrick enjoyed his mutton, and entered on a long and interesting narrative of the history of some rare white Burgundy on the table imported by himself. Arnold resolutely resumed the discussion with the departure of the mutton.
âIt seems to be a deadlock,â he said.
âNo slang!â retorted Sir Patrick.
âFor Heavenâs sake, Sir, consider my anxiety, and tell me what you propose to do!â
âI propose to take you to London with me tomorrow, on this conditionâ âthat you promise me, on your word of honor, not to attempt to see your wife before Saturday next.â
âI shall see her then?â
âIf you give me your promise.â
âI do! I do!â
The next course came in. Sir Patrick entered on the question of the merits of the partridge, viewed as an eatable bird, âBy himself, Arnoldâ âplainly roasted, and tested on his own meritsâ âan overrated bird. Being too fond of shooting him in this country, we become too fond of eating him next. Properly understood, he is a vehicle for sauce and trufflesâ ânothing more. Or noâ âthat is hardly doing him justice. I am bound to add that he is honorably associated with the famous French receipt for cooking an olive. Do you know it?â
There was an end of the bird; there was an end of the jelly. Arnold got his next chanceâ âand took it.
âWhat is to be done in London tomorrow?â he asked.
âTomorrow,â answered Sir Patrick, âis a memorable day in our calendar. Tomorrow is Tuesdayâ âthe day on which I am to see Miss Silvester.â
Arnold set down the glass of wine which he was just raising to his lips.
âAfter what has happened,â he said, âI can hardly bear to hear her name mentioned. Miss Silvester has parted me from my wife.â
âMiss Silvester may atone for that, Arnold, by uniting you again.â
âShe has been the ruin of me so far.â
âShe may be the salvation of you yet.â
The cheese came in; and Sir Patrick returned to the art of cookery.
âDo you know the receipt for cooking an olive, Arnold?â
âNo.â
âWhat does the new generation know? It knows how to row, how to shoot, how to play at cricket, and how to bat. When it has lost its muscle and lost its moneyâ âthat is to say, when it has grown oldâ âwhat a generation it will be! It doesnât matter: I shanât live to see it. Are you listening, Arnold?â
âYes, Sir.â
âHow to cook an olive! Put an olive into a lark, put a lark into a quail; put a quail into a plover; put a plover into a partridge; put a partridge into a pheasant; put a pheasant into a turkey. Good. First, partially roast, then carefully stewâ âuntil all is thoroughly done down to the olive. Good again. Next, open the window. Throw out the turkey, the pheasant, the partridge, the plover, the quail, and the lark. Then, eat the olive. The dish is expensive, but (we have it on the highest authority) well worth the sacrifice. The quintessence of the flavor of six birds, concentrated in one olive. Grand idea! Try another glass of the white Burgundy, Arnold.â
At last the servants left themâ âwith the wine and dessert on the table.
âI have borne it as long as I can, Sir,â said Arnold. âAdd to all your kindness to me by telling me at once what happened at Lady Lundieâs.â
It was a chilly evening. A bright wood fire was burning in the room. Sir Patrick drew his chair to the fire.
âThis is exactly what happened,â he said. âI found company at Lady Lundieâs, to begin with. Two perfect strangers to me. Captain Newenden, and his niece, Mrs. Glenarm. Lady Lundie offered to see me in another room; the two strangers offered to withdraw. I declined both proposals. First check to her ladyship! She has reckoned throughout, Arnold, on our being afraid to face public opinion. I showed her at starting that we were as ready to face it as she was. âI always accept what the French call accomplished facts,â I said. âYou have brought matters to a crisis, Lady Lundie. So let it be. I have a word to say to my niece (in your presence, if you like); and I have another word to say to you afterwardâ âwithout presuming to disturb your guests.â The guests sat down again (both naturally devoured by curiosity). Could her ladyship decently refuse me an interview with my own niece, while two witnesses were looking on? Impossible. I saw Blanche (Lady Lundie being present, it is needless to say) in the back drawing-room. I gave her your letter; I said a good word for you; I saw
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