The Woman in White eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 909 pages of information about The Woman in White.

The Woman in White eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 909 pages of information about The Woman in White.

The Count’s scruples might have been honourable and reasonable enough, but there was something in his manner of expressing them which increased my unwillingness to be concerned in the business of the signature.  No consideration of less importance than my consideration for Laura would have induced me to consent to be a witness at all.  One look, however, at her anxious face decided me to risk anything rather than desert her.

“I will readily remain in the room,” I said.  “And if I find no reason for starting any small scruples on my side, you may rely on me as a witness.”

Sir Percival looked at me sharply, as if he was about to say something.  But at the same moment, Madame Fosco attracted his attention by rising from her chair.  She had caught her husband’s eye, and had evidently received her orders to leave the room.

“You needn’t go,” said Sir Percival.

Madame Fosco looked for her orders again, got them again, said she would prefer leaving us to our business, and resolutely walked out.  The Count lit a cigarette, went back to the flowers in the window, and puffed little jets of smoke at the leaves, in a state of the deepest anxiety about killing the insects.

Meanwhile Sir Percival unlocked a cupboard beneath one of the book-cases, and produced from it a piece of parchment, folded longwise, many times over.  He placed it on the table, opened the last fold only, and kept his hand on the rest.  The last fold displayed a strip of blank parchment with little wafers stuck on it at certain places.  Every line of the writing was hidden in the part which he still held folded up under his hand.  Laura and I looked at each other.  Her face was pale, but it showed no indecision and no fear.

Sir Percival dipped a pen in ink, and handed it to his wife.  “Sign your name there,” he said, pointing to the place.  “You and Fosco are to sign afterwards, Miss Halcombe, opposite those two wafers.  Come here, Fosco! witnessing a signature is not to be done by mooning out of window and smoking into the flowers.”

The Count threw away his cigarette, and joined us at the table, with his hands carelessly thrust into the scarlet belt of his blouse, and his eyes steadily fixed on Sir Percival’s face.  Laura, who was on the other side of her husband, with the pen in her hand, looked at him too.  He stood between them holding the folded parchment down firmly on the table, and glancing across at me, as I sat opposite to him, with such a sinister mixture of suspicion and embarrassment on his face that he looked more like a prisoner at the bar than a gentleman in his own house.

“Sign there,” he repeated, turning suddenly on Laura, and pointing once more to the place on the parchment.

“What is it I am to sign?” she asked quietly.

“I have no time to explain,” he answered.  “The dog-cart is at the door, and I must go directly.  Besides, if I had time, you wouldn’t understand.  It is a purely formal document, full of legal technicalities, and all that sort of thing.  Come! come! sign your name, and let us have done as soon as possible.”

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