Beauchamp's Career — Volume 7 eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 73 pages of information about Beauchamp's Career — Volume 7.

Beauchamp's Career — Volume 7 eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 73 pages of information about Beauchamp's Career — Volume 7.

She would not let him elude her; and her stained cheeks and her trembling on his arm pleaded most pressingly and masteringly.  It might be that she spoke with a knowledge of her case.  Positive it undoubtedly was that she meant to go if he did not.  Perhaps the hopes of his House hung on it.  Having admitted that a wrong had been done, he was not the man to leave it unamended; only he would have chosen his time, and the manner.  Since Nevil’s illness, too, he had once or twice been clouded with a little bit of regret at the recollection of poor innocent old Shrapnel posted like a figure of total inebriation beside the doorway of the dreadful sickroom.

There had been women of the earl’s illustrious House who would have given their hands to the axe rather than conceal a stain and have to dread a scandal.  His Rosamund, after all, was of their pattern; even though she blew that conscience she prattled of into trifles, and swelled them, as women of high birth in this country, out of the clutches of the priests, do not do.

She clung to him for his promise to go.

He said:  ‘Well, well.’

‘That means, you will,’ said she.

His not denying it passed for the affirmative.

Then indeed she bloomed with love of him.

‘Yet do say yes,’ she begged.

‘I’ll go, ma’am,’ shouted the earl.  ‘I’ll go, my love,’ he said softly.

CHAPTER LIII

THE APOLOGY TO DR. SHRAPNEL

‘You and Nevil are so alike,’ Lady Romfrey said to her lord, at some secret resemblance she detected and dwelt on fondly, when the earl was on the point of starting a second time for Bevisham to perform what she had prompted him to conceive his honourable duty, without a single intimation that he loathed the task, neither shrug nor grimace.

’Two ends of a stick are pretty much alike:  they’re all that length apart,’ said he, very little in the humour for compliments, however well braced for his work.

His wife’s admiring love was pleasant enough.  He preferred to have it unspoken.  Few of us care to be eulogized in the act of taking a nauseous medical mixture.

For him the thing was as good as done, on his deciding to think it both adviseable and right:  so he shouldered his load and marched off with it.  He could have postponed the right proceeding, even after the partial recognition of his error:—­one drops a word or two by hazard, one expresses an anxiety to afford reparation, one sends a message, and so forth, for the satisfaction of one’s conventionally gentlemanly feeling:  but the adviseable proceeding under stress of peculiar circumstances, his clearly-awakened recognition of that, impelled him unhesitatingly.  His wife had said it was the portion she brought him.  Tears would not have persuaded him so powerfully, that he might prove to her he was glad of her whatever the portion she brought.  She was a good wife,

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