The Vanishing Man eBook

R Austin Freeman
This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 356 pages of information about The Vanishing Man.

“I am sending you a little keepsake in case we should drift apart on the eddies of life.  It is the ring that I told you about—­the one that my uncle gave me.  Perhaps you may be able to wear it as you have a small hand, but in any case keep it in remembrance of our friendship.  The device on it is the Eye of Osiris, a mystic symbol for which I have a sentimentally superstitious affection, as also had my poor uncle, who actually bore it tattooed in scarlet on his breast.  It signifies that the great judge of the dead looks down on men to see that justice is done and that truth prevails.  So I commend you to the good Osiris; may his eye be upon you, ever watchful over your welfare in the absence of

“Your affectionate friend

“RUTH.”

It was a sweet letter, I thought, even if it carried little comfort; quiet and reticent like its writer, but with an undertone of sincere affection.  I laid it down at length, and, taking the ring from its box, examined it fondly.  Though but a copy, it had all the quaintness and feeling of the antique original, and, above all, it was fragrant with the spirit of the giver.  Dainty and delicate, wrought of silver and gold, with an inlay of copper, I would not have exchanged it for the Koh-i-noor; and when I had slipped it on my finger its tiny eye of blue enamel looked up at me so friendly and companionable that I felt the glamour of the old-world superstition stealing over me, too.

Not a single patient came in this evening, which was well for me (and also for the patient), as I was able forthwith to write in reply a long letter; but this I shall spare the long-suffering reader excepting its concluding paragraph:—­

“And now, dearest, I have said my say; once for all, I have said it, and I will not open my mouth on the subject again (I am not actually opening it now) ‘until the times do alter.’  And if the times do never alter—­if it shall come to pass, in due course, that we two shall sit side by side, white-haired, and crinkly-nosed, and lean our poor old chins upon our sticks and mumble and gibber amicably over the things that might have been if the good Osiris had come up to the scratch—­I will still be content, because your friendship, Ruth, is better than another woman’s love.  So you see, I have taken my gruel and come up to time smiling—­if you will pardon the pugilistic metaphor—­and I promise you loyally to do your bidding and never again to distress you.

“Your faithful and loving friend,

“PAUL.”

This letter I addressed and stamped, and then, with a wry grimace which I palmed off on myself (but not on Adolphus) as a cheerful smile, I went out and dropped it into the post-box; after which I further deluded myself by murmuring Nunc dimittis and assuring myself that the incident was now absolutely closed.

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