Tales of Terror and Mystery eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 272 pages of information about Tales of Terror and Mystery.

Tales of Terror and Mystery eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 272 pages of information about Tales of Terror and Mystery.

For he was a very formidable person.  Imagine a man six feet three inches in height, majestically built, with a high-nosed, aristocratic face, brindled hair, shaggy eyebrows, a small, pointed Mephistophelian beard, and lines upon his brow and round his eyes as deep as if they had been carved with a penknife.  He had grey eyes, weary, hopeless-looking eyes, proud and yet pathetic, eyes which claimed your pity and yet dared you to show it.  His back was rounded with study, but otherwise he was as fine a looking man of his age—­five-and-fifty perhaps—­as any woman would wish to look upon.

But his presence was not a cheerful one.  He was always courteous, always refined, but singularly silent and retiring.  I have never lived so long with any man and known so little of him.  If he were indoors he spent his time either in his own small study in the Eastern Tower, or in the library in the modern wing.  So regular was his routine that one could always say at any hour exactly where he would be.  Twice in the day he would visit his study, once after breakfast, and once about ten at night.  You might set your watch by the slam of the heavy door.  For the rest of the day he would be in his library—­save that for an hour or two in the afternoon he would take a walk or a ride, which was solitary like the rest of his existence.  He loved his children, and was keenly interested in the progress of their studies, but they were a little awed by the silent, shaggy-browed figure, and they avoided him as much as they could.  Indeed, we all did that.

It was some time before I came to know anything about the circumstances of Sir John Bollamore’s life, for Mrs. Stevens, the housekeeper, and Mr. Richards, the land-steward, were too loyal to talk easily of their employer’s affairs.  As to the governess, she knew no more than I did, and our common interest was one of the causes which drew us together.  At last, however, an incident occurred which led to a closer acquaintance with Mr. Richards and a fuller knowledge of the life of the man whom I served.

The immediate cause of this was no less than the falling of Master Percy, the youngest of my pupils, into the mill-race, with imminent danger both to his life and to mine, since I had to risk myself in order to save him.  Dripping and exhausted—­for I was far more spent than the child—­I was making for my room when Sir John, who had heard the hubbub, opened the door of his little study and asked me what was the matter.  I told him of the accident, but assured him that his child was in no danger, while he listened with a rugged, immobile face, which expressed in its intense eyes and tightened lips all the emotion which he tried to conceal.

“One moment!  Step in here!  Let me have the details!” said he, turning back through the open door.

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