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  Eveninhisanxiouspreoccupationhecouldseethatthechurchitselfwasaquaintandwonderfulpreservationofthepast。ForfourcenturiesithadbeensacredtothetombsoftheDorntonsandtheireffigiesinbrassandmarble,yet,asRandolphglancedatthestatelysarcophagusoftheunknownticketofleaveman,itscomplacentabsurdity,combinedwithhisnervousness,madehimalmosthysterical。Yetagain,itseemedtohimthatsomethingofthemysteryandinviolabilityofthepastnowinvestedthatdegradeddust,anditwouldbeanequalimpietytodisturbit。
  MissEversleigh,againbelievinghisagitationcausedbythememoryofhisoldpatron,tactfullyhurriedhimaway。Yetitwasamorebitterthought,Ifear,thatnotonlywerehislipssealedtohischarmingcompaniononthesubjectinwhichtheycouldsympathize,buthisanxietypreventedhimfromavailinghimselfofthatinterviewtoexchangethelighterconfidenceshehadeagerlylookedforwardto。Itseemedcruelthathewasdebarredthischanceofknittingtheirfriendshipcloserbyanotherofthoseaccidentsthathadbroughtthemtogether。Andhewasawarethathisgloomyabstractionwasnoticedbyher。Atfirstshedrewherselfupinacertainproudreserve,andthen,perhaps,hisownnervousnessinfectingherinturn,hewasatlastterrifiedtoobservethat,asshestoodbeforethetomb,hercleargrayeyesfilledwithtears。
  “Oh,pleasedon’tdothat——THERE,MissEversleigh,“heburstoutimpulsively。
  “IwasthinkingofCousinJack,“shesaid,alittlestartledathisabruptness。“Sometimesitseemssostrangethatheisdead——I
  scarcelycanbelieveit。“
  “Imeant,“stammeredRandolph,“thatheismuchhappier——youknow“——
  hegrewalmosthystericalagainashethoughtofthecaptainlyingcheerfullyinhisbedatthehotel——“muchhappierthanyouorI,“
  headdedbitterly;“thatis——Imean,itgrievesmesotoseeYOU
  grieve,youknow。“
  MissEversleighdidNOTknow,buttherewasenoughsincerityandrealfeelingintheyoungfellow’svoiceandeyestomakehercolorslightlyandhurryhimawaytoalocalitylessfraughtwithemotions。Inafewmomentstheyenteredthepark,andtheoldHallrosebeforethem。ItwasagreatTudorhouseofmullionedwindows,traceries,andbattlements;ofstatelytowers,moss-grownbalustrades,andstatuesdarkeningwiththefogthatwasalreadyhidingtheanglesandwingsofitshugebulk。Apeacockspreaditsostentatioustailonthebroadstonestepsbeforetheportal;aflightofrooksfromtheleaflesselmsroseaboveitsstackedandtwistedchimneys。Afterall,howlittlehadthisstatelyincarnationofthevestedrightsandsacredtenuresofthepastincommonwiththelaughingroverhehadleftinLondonthatmorning!
  Andthinkingofthedestiniesthatthecaptainheldsolightlyinhishand,andperhapsnotalittleoftheabsurdityofhisownpositiontotheconfidingyounggirlbesidehim,foramomenthehalfhatedhim。
  Thefogdeepenedastheyreachedthestation,and,asitseemedtoRandolph,madetheirpartingstillmorevagueandindefinite,anditwaswithdifficultythathecouldrespondtotheyounggirl’sfrankhopethathewouldsoonreturntothem。Yethehalfresolvedthathewouldnotuntilhecouldtellherall。
  Nevertheless,asthetraincreptmoreandmoreslowly,withhaltingsignals,towardLondon,hebuoyedhimselfupwiththehopethatCaptainDorntonwouldstilltryconclusionsforhispatrimony,oratleastcometosomecompromisebywhichhemightberestoredtohisrankandname。Butuponthesehopesthevisionofthatgreathousesettledfirmlyuponitslands,heldthereinperpetuitybythedeadandstretched-outhandsofthosethatlaybeneathitssoil,alwaysobtrudeditself。Thenthefogdeepened,andthecrawlingtraincametoadeadstopatthenextstation。Thewholelinewasblocked。Fourprecioushourswerehopelesslylost。
  Yetdespitehisimpatience,hereenteredLondonwiththesamedazedsemi-consciousnessoffeelingasonthenighthehadfirstarrived。
  Thereseemedtohavebeennointerim;hisvisittotherectoryandHall,andevenhisfatefulnews,wereonlyadream。Hedrovethroughthesameshadowtothehotel,wasreceivedbythesamehalo-encircledlightsthathadneverbeenputout。Afterglancingthroughthehallsandreadingroomhehurriedlymadehiswaytohiscompanion’sroom。Thecaptainwasnotthere。Hequicklysummonedthewaiter。Thegentleman?Yes;CaptainDorntonhadleftwithhisservant,Redhill,afewhoursafterMr。Trentwentaway。Hehadleftnomessage。
  Againcondemnedtowaitininactivity,Randolphtriedtoresistacertainuneasinessthatwascreepingoverhim,byattributingthecaptain’sabsencetosomeunexpectedlegalconsultationorthegatheringofevidence,hisprolongeddetentionbeingduetothesamefogthathaddelayedhisowntrain。Buthewassomewhatsurprisedtofindthatthecaptainhadorderedhisluggageintotheporter’scareinthehallbelowbeforeleaving,andthatnothingremainedinhisroombutafewtoiletarticlesandthefatefulportmanteau。Thehourspassedslowly。Owingtothatperpetualtwilightinwhichhehadpassedtheday,thereseemednoperceptibleflightoftime,andateleveno’clock,thecaptainnotarriving,hedeterminedtowaitinthelatter’sroomsoastobesurenottomisshim。Twelveo’clockboomedfromanadjacentinvisiblesteeple,butstillhecamenot。Overcomebythefatigueandexcitementoftheday,Randolphconcludedtoliedowninhisclothesonthecaptain’sbed,notwithoutasuperstitiousanduncomfortablerecollectionofthatnight,aboutayearbefore,whenhehadawaitedhimvainlyattheSanFranciscohotel。Eventhefatefulportmanteauwastheretoassisthisgloomyfancy。
  Nevertheless,withtheboomofoneo’clockinhisdrowsyearsashislastcoherentrecollection,hesankintoadreamlesssleep。
  Hewasawakenedbyatappingathisdoor,andjumpeduptorealizebyhiswatchandthestillburninggaslightthatitwasnineo’clock。ButtheintruderwasonlyawaiterwithaletterwhichhehadbroughttoRandolph’sroominobediencetotheinstructionsthelatterhadgivenovernight。Notdoubtingitwasfromthecaptain,althoughthehandwritingoftheaddresswasunfamiliar,heeagerlybroketheseal。Buthewassurprisedtoreadasfollows:——
  DEARMR。TRENT,——WehadsuchsadnewsfromtheHallafteryouleft。
  SirWilliamwasseizedwithakindoffit。Itappearsthathehadjustreturnedfromthehorseshow,andhadgivenhismaretothegroomwhilehewalkedtothegardenentrance。Thegroomsawhimturnattheyewhedge,andwasdrivingtothestableswhenheheardaqueerkindofcry,andturningbacktothegardenfront,foundpoorSirWilliamlyingonthegroundinconvulsions。Thedoctorwassentfor,andMr。BruntonandIwentovertotheHall。Thedoctorthinksitwassomethinglikeastroke,butheisnotcertain,andSirWilliamisquitedelirious,anddoesn’trecognizeanybody。IgatheredfromthegroomthathehadbeenDRINKING
  HEAVILY。Perhapsitwaswellthatyoudidnotseehim,butI
  thoughtyououghttoknowwhathadhappenedincaseyoucamedownagain。It’sallverydreadful,andIwonderifthatiswhyIwassonervousalltheafternoon。Itmayhavebeenakindofpresentiment。Don’tyouthinkso?
  Yoursfaithfully,SIBYLEVERSLEIGH。
  IamafraidRandolphthoughtmoreofthesimple-mindedgirlwho,inthemidstofherexcitement,turnedtohimhalfunconsciously,thanhedidofSirWilliam。Haditnotbeenforthenecessityofseeingthecaptain,hewouldprobablyhavetakenthenexttraintotherectory。Perhapshemightlater。HethoughtlittleofSirWilliam’sillness,andwasinclinedtoaccepttheyounggirl’snaivesuggestionofitscause。Hereadandrereadtheletter,staringatthelarge,grave,childlikehandwriting——solikeherself——andobeyingasuddenimpulse,raisedthesignature,asgravelyasifithadbeenherhand,tohislips。
  Stillthedayadvancedandthecaptaincamenot。Randolphfoundtheinactivityinsupportable。Heknewnotwheretoseekhim;hehadnomorecluetohisresortsorhisfriends——if,indeed,hehadanyinLondon——thanhehadaftertheirmemorablefirstmeetinginSanFrancisco。Hemight,indeed,bethedupeofanimpostor,who,attheeleventhhour,hadturnedcravenandfled。Hemightbe,inthecaptain’sindifference,amereinstrumentsetasideathispleasure。YethecouldtakeadvantageofMissEversleigh’sletterandseekher,andconfesseverything,andaskheradvice。Itwasagreatandatthemomentitseemedtohimanoverwhelmingtemptation。Butonlyforthemoment。Hehadgivenhiswordtothecaptain——more,hehadgivenhisyouthfulFAITH。And,tohiscredit,heneverswervedagain。Itseemedtohim,too,inhisyouthfulsuperstition,ashelookedattheabandonedportmanteau,thathehadagaintotakeuphisburden——his“trust。“
  Itwasnearlyfouro’clockwhenthespellwasbroken。Alargepacket,bearingtheprintedaddressofaLondonandAmericanbank,wasbroughttohimbyaspecialmessenger;butthewrittendirectionwasinthecaptain’shand。Randolphtoreitopen。Itcontainedoneortwoinclosures,whichhehastilyputasidefortheletter,twopagesoffoolscap,whichhereadbreathlessly:——
  DEARTRENT,——Don’tworryyourheadifIhaveslippedmycablewithouttellingyou。I’mallright,onlyIgotthenewsyouarebringingme,JUSTAFTERYOULEFT,byJackRedhill,whomIhadsenttoDorntonHalltoseehowthelandlaythenightbefore。ItwasnotthatIdidn’ttrustYOU,butHEhadwaysofgettingnewsthatyouwouldn’tstoopto。Youcanguess,fromwhatIhavetoldyoualready,that,nowBobbyisgone,there’snothingtokeepmehere,andI’mfollowingmyownideaoflettingthewholeblastedthingslide。Ionlyworkedthisracketforthesakeofhim。I’msorryforhim,butIsupposethepoorlittlebeggarcouldn’tstandthesesunless,God-forsakenlongitudesanymorethanIcould。Besidesthat,asIdidn’twanttotrustanylawyerwithmysecret,Imyselfhadhuntedupsomebooksonthematter,andfoundthat,bythelawofentail,I’dhavetoripupthewholeblessedthing,andBillwouldhavehadtopaybackeveryblessedcentofwhatrentshehadcollectedsincehetookhold——nottoME,buttheESTATE——withinterest,andthatnoarrangementIcouldmakewithHIMwouldbelegalonaccountoftheboy。Atleast,that’sthewaythethingseemedtopanouttome。SothatwhenIheardofBobby’sdeathI
  wasgladtojumptherest,andthat’swhatImadeupmymindtodo。
  But,likeablastedlubber,nowthatICOULDdoitandcutrightaway,ImustneedsthinkthatI’dlikefirsttoseeBillonthesly,withoutlettingontoanyoneelse,andtellhimwhatIwasgoingtodo。I’dnofearthathe’dobject,orthathe’dhesitateaminutetofallinwithmyplanofdroppingmynameandmygame,andgivinghimfullswing,whileIstoodouttoseaandtheSouthPacific,anddroppedoutofhismessfortherestofmylife。
  PerhapsIwantedtosethismindatrest,ifhe’deverhadanydoubts;perhapsIwantedtohavealittlefunoutofhimforhisd——dpreviousness;perhaps,lad,Ihadahankeringtoseetheoldplaceforthelasttime。Atanyrate,IallowedtogotoDorntonHall。Itimedmyselftogetthereaboutthehouryouleft,tokeepoutofsightuntilIknewhewasreturningfromthehorseshow,andtowaylayhimALONEandhaveourlittletalkwithoutwitnesses。I
  daren’tgototheHall,forsomeoftheoldservantsmightrecognizeme。