Man and Wife Wilkie Collins (read 50 shades of grey .TXT) đ
- Author: Wilkie Collins
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âCome in!â cried Geoffrey, meeting his visitor at the door.
The lawyer entered the dining-room. The candlelight revealed to view a corpulent, full-lipped, bright-eyed manâ âwith a strain of negro blood in his yellow face, and with unmistakable traces in his look and manner of walking habitually in the dirtiest professional byways of the law.
âIâve got a little place of my own in your neighborhood,â he said. âAnd I thought I would look in myself, Mr. Delamayn, on my way home.â
âHave you seen the witnesses?â
âI have examined them both, Sir. First, Mrs. Inchbare and Mr. Bishopriggs together. Next, Mrs. Inchbare and Mr. Bishopriggs separately.â
âWell?â
âWell, Sir, the result is unfavorable, I am sorry to say.â
âWhat do you mean?â
âNeither the one nor the other of them, Mr. Delamayn, can give the evidence we want. I have made sure of that.â
âMade sure of that? You have made an infernal mess of it! You donât understand the case!â
The mulatto lawyer smiled. The rudeness of his client appeared only to amuse him.
âDonât I?â he said. âSuppose you tell me where I am wrong about it? Here it is in outline only. On the fourteenth of August last your wife was at an inn in Scotland. A gentleman named Arnold Brinkworth joined her there. He represented himself to be her husband, and he stayed with her till the next morning. Starting from those facts, the object you have in view is to sue for a divorce from your wife. You make Mr. Arnold Brinkworth the corespondent. And you produce in evidence the waiter and the landlady of the inn. Anything wrong, Sir, so far?â
Nothing wrong. At one cowardly stroke to cast Anne disgraced on the world, and to set himself freeâ âthere, plainly and truly stated, was the scheme which he had devised, when he had turned back on the way to Fulham to consult Mr. Moy.
âSo much for the case,â resumed the lawyer. âNow for what I have done on receiving your instructions. I have examined the witnesses; and I have had an interview (not a very pleasant one) with Mr. Moy. The result of those two proceedings is briefly this. First discovery: In assuming the character of the ladyâs husband Mr. Brinkworth was acting under your directionsâ âwhich tells dead against you. Second discovery: Not the slightest impropriety of conduct, not an approach even to harmless familiarity, was detected by either of the witnesses, while the lady and gentleman were together at the inn. There is literally no evidence to produce against them, except that they were togetherâ âin two rooms. How are you to assume a guilty purpose, when you canât prove an approach to a guilty act? You can no more take such a case as that into Court than you can jump over the roof of this cottage.â
He looked hard at his client, expecting to receive a violent reply. His client agreeably disappointed him. A very strange impression appeared to have been produced on this reckless and headstrong man. He got up quietly; he spoke with perfect outward composure of face and manner when he said his next words.
âHave you given up the case?â
âAs things are at present, Mr. Delamayn, there is no case.â
âAnd no hope of my getting divorced from her?â
âWait a moment. Have your wife and Mr. Brinkworth met nowhere since they were together at the Scotch inn?â
âNowhere.â
âAs to the future, of course I canât say. As to the past, there is no hope of your getting divorced from her.â
âThank you. Good night.â
âGood night, Mr. Delamayn.â
Fastened to her for lifeâ âand the law powerless to cut the knot.
He pondered over that result until he had thoroughly realized it and fixed it in his mind. Then he took out Mrs. Glenarmâs letter, and read it through again, attentively, from beginning to end.
Nothing could shake her devotion to him. Nothing would induce her to marry another man. There she wasâ âin her own wordsâ âdedicated to him: waiting, with her fortune at her own disposal, to be his wife. There also was his father, waiting (so far as he knew, in the absence of any tidings from Holchester House) to welcome Mrs. Glenarm as a daughter-in-law, and to give Mrs. Glenarmâs husband an income of his own. As fair a prospect, on all sides, as man could desire. And nothing in the way of it but the woman who had caught him in her trapâ âthe woman upstairs who had fastened herself on him for life.
He went out in the garden in the darkness of the night.
There was open communication, on all sides, between the back garden and the front. He walked round and round the cottageâ ânow appearing in a stream of light from a window; now disappearing again in the darkness. The wind blew refreshingly over his bare head. For some minutes he went round and round, faster and faster, without a pause. When he stopped at last, it was in front of the cottage. He lifted his head slowly, and looked up at the dim light in the window of Anneâs room.
âHow?â he said to himself. âThatâs the question. How?â
He went indoors again, and rang the bell. The servant-girl who answered it started back at the sight of him. His florid color was all gone. His eyes looked at her without appearing to see her. The perspiration was standing on his forehead in great heavy drops.
âAre you ill, Sir?â said the girl.
He told her, with an oath, to hold her tongue and bring the brandy. When she entered the room for the second time, he was standing with his back to her, looking out at the night. He never moved when she put the bottle on the table. She heard him muttering as if he was talking to himself.
The same difficulty which had been present to his mind in secret under Anneâs window was present to his mind still.
How? That was the problem to solve.
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