A Changed Man; and other tales eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 338 pages of information about A Changed Man; and other tales.

She shut up his house at Durnover Cross and returned to her lodgings at Creston.  Soon she had a letter from Vannicock, and six weeks after her husband’s death her lover came to see her.

‘I forgot to give you back this—­that night,’ he said presently, handing her the little bag she had taken as her whole luggage when leaving.

Laura received it and absently shook it out.  There fell upon the carpet her brush, comb, slippers, nightdress, and other simple necessaries for a journey.  They had an intolerably ghastly look now, and she tried to cover them.

‘I can now,’ he said, ’ask you to belong to me legally—­when a proper interval has gone—­instead of as we meant.’

There was languor in his utterance, hinting at a possibility that it was perfunctorily made.  Laura picked up her articles, answering that he certainly could so ask her—­she was free.  Yet not her expression either could be called an ardent response.  Then she blinked more and more quickly and put her handkerchief to her face.  She was weeping violently.

He did not move or try to comfort her in any way.  What had come between them?  No living person.  They had been lovers.  There was now no material obstacle whatever to their union.  But there was the insistent shadow of that unconscious one; the thin figure of him, moving to and fro in front of the ghastly furnace in the gloom of Durnover Moor.

Yet Vannicock called upon Laura when he was in the neighbourhood, which was not often; but in two years, as if on purpose to further the marriage which everybody was expecting, the —–­st Foot returned to Budmouth Regis.

Thereupon the two could not help encountering each other at times.  But whether because the obstacle had been the source of the love, or from a sense of error, and because Mrs. Maumbry bore a less attractive look as a widow than before, their feelings seemed to decline from their former incandescence to a mere tepid civility.  What domestic issues supervened in Vannicock’s further story the man in the oriel never knew; but Mrs. Maumbry lived and died a widow.




Whoever had perceived the yeoman standing on Squire Everard’s lawn in the dusk of that October evening fifty years ago, might have said at first sight that he was loitering there from idle curiosity.  For a large five-light window of the manor-house in front of him was unshuttered and uncurtained, so that the illuminated room within could be scanned almost to its four corners.  Obviously nobody was ever expected to be in this part of the grounds after nightfall.

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