Shakehands!“Thetwochoralgentlemenwereenchantedwithhim。
“TheEnglisharistocracy——eh,Smith?““Bloodandbreeding——ah,Jones!“
Assoonashehadspoken,Arnold’sconsciencereproachedhim:notforbettingwhoisashamedof_that_formofgamblinginEngland?butfor“backingthedoctor。“Withthebestintentiontowardhisfriend,hewasspeculatingonthefailureofhisfriend’shealth。HeanxiouslyassuredGeoffreythatnomanintheroomcouldbemoreheartilypersuadedthatthesurgeonwaswrongthanhimself。“Idon’tcryofffromthebet,“hesaid。“But,mydearfellow,prayunderstandthatIonlytakeittoplease_you。_“
“Botherallthat!“answeredGeoffrey,withthesteadyeyetobusiness,whichwasoneofthechoicestvirtuesinhischaracter。
“Abet’sabet——andhangyoursentiment!“HedrewArnoldbythearmoutofear-shotoftheothers。“Isay!“heasked,anxiously。
“DoyouthinkI’vesettheoldfogy’sbackup?“
“DoyoumeanSirPatrick?“
Geoffreynodded,andwenton。
“Ihaven’tputthatlittlemattertohimyet——aboutmarryinginScotland,youknow。SupposehecutsuproughwithmeifItryhimnow?“Hiseyewanderedcunningly,asheputthequestion,tothefartherendoftheroom。Thesurgeonwaslookingoveraport-folioofprints。Theladieswerestillatworkontheirnotesofinvitation。SirPatrickwasaloneatthebook-shelvesimmersedinavolumewhichhehadjusttakendown。
“Makeanapology,“suggestedArnold。“SirPatrickmaybealittleirritableandbitter;buthe’sajustmanandakindman。Sayyouwerenotguiltyofanyintentionaldisrespecttowardhim——andyouwillsayenough。“
“Allright!“
SirPatrick,deepinanoldVenetianeditionofTheDecameron,foundhimselfsuddenlyrecalledfrommedievalItalytomodernEngland,bynolessapersonthanGeoffreyDelamayn。
“Whatdoyouwant?“heasked,coldly。
“Iwanttomakeanapology,“saidGeoffrey。“Letby-gonesbeby-gones——andthatsortofthing。Iwasn’tguiltyofanyintentionaldisrespecttowardyou。Forgiveandforget。Nothalfabadmotto,Sir——eh?“
Itwasclumsilyexpressed——butstillitwasanapology。NotevenGeoffreycouldappealtoSirPatrick’scourtesyandSirPatrick’sconsiderationinvain。
“Notawordmore,Mr。Delamayn!“saidthepoliteoldman。“AcceptmyexcusesforanythingwhichImayhavesaidtoosharply,onmyside;andletusbyallmeansforgettherest。“
Havingmettheadvancemadetohim,inthoseterms,hepaused,expectingGeoffreytoleavehimfreetoreturntotheDecameron。
Tohisunutterableastonishment,Geoffreysuddenlystoopedoverhim,andwhisperedinhisear,“Iwantawordinprivatewithyou。“
SirPatrickstartedback,asifGeoffreyhadtriedtobitehim。
“Ibegyourpardon,Mr。Delamayn——whatdidyousay?“
“Couldyougivemeawordinprivate?“
SirPatrickputbacktheDecameron;andbowedinfreezingsilence。TheconfidenceoftheHonorableGeoffreyDelamaynwasthelastconfidenceintheworldintowhichhedesiredtobedrawn。“Thisisthesecretoftheapology!“hethought。“WhatcanhepossiblywantwithMe?“
“It’saboutafriendofmine,“pursuedGeoffrey;leadingthewaytowardoneofthewindows。“He’sinascrape,myfriendis。AndI
wanttoaskyouradvice。It’sstrictlyprivate,youknow。“Therehecametoafullstop——andlookedtoseewhatimpressionhehadproduced,sofar。
SirPatrickdeclined,eitherbywordorgesture,toexhibittheslightestanxietytohearawordmore。
“Wouldyoumindtakingaturninthegarden?“askedGeoffrey。
SirPatrickpointedtohislamefoot。“Ihavehadmyallowanceofwalkingthismorning,“hesaid。“Letmyinfirmityexcuseme。“
Geoffreylookedabouthimforasubstituteforthegarden,andledthewaybackagaintowardoneoftheconvenientcurtainedrecessesopeningoutoftheinnerwallofthelibrary。“Weshallbeprivateenoughhere,“hesaid。
SirPatrickmadeafinalefforttoescapetheproposedconference——anundisguisedeffort,thistime“Prayforgiveme,Mr。Delamayn。Areyouquitesurethatyouapplytotherightperson,inapplyingto_me?_“
“You’reaScotchlawyer,ain’tyou?“
“Certainly。“
“AndyouunderstandaboutScotchmarriages——eh?“
SirPatrick’smannersuddenlyaltered。
“Is_that_thesubjectyouwishtoconsultmeon?“heasked。
“It’snotme。It’smyfriend。“
“Yourfriend,then?“
“Yes。It’sascrapewithawoman。HereinScotland。Myfrienddon’tknowwhetherhe’smarriedtoherornot。“
“Iamatyourservice,Mr。Delamayn。“
ToGeoffrey’srelief——bynomeansunmixedwithsurprise——SirPatricknotonlyshowednofurtherreluctancetobeconsultedbyhim,butactuallyadvancedtomeethiswishes,byleadingthewaytotherecessthatwasnearesttothem。ThequickbrainoftheoldlawyerhadputGeoffrey’sapplicationtohimforassistance,andBlanche’sapplicationtohimforassistance,together;andhadbuiltitsowntheoryonthebasisthusobtained。“DoIseeaconnectionbetweenthepresentpositionofBlanche’sgoverness,andthepresentpositionofMr。Delamayn’s’friend?’“thoughtSirPatrick。“Strangerextremesthan_that_havemetmeinmyexperience。Somethingmaycomeoutofthis。“
Thetwostrangely-assortedcompanionsseatedthemselves,oneoneachsideofalittletableintherecess。Arnoldandtheotherguestshadidledoutagainontothelawn。Thesurgeonwithhisprints,andtheladieswiththeirinvitations,weresafelyabsorbedinadistantpartofthelibrary。Theconferencebetweenthetwomen,sotriflinginappearance,soterribleinitsdestinedinfluence,notoverAnne’sfutureonly,butoverthefutureofArnoldandBlanche,was,toallpracticalpurposes,aconferencewithcloseddoors。
“Now,“saidSirPatrick,“whatisthequestion?“
“Thequestion,“saidGeoffrey,“iswhethermyfriendismarriedtoherornot?“
“Didhemeantomarryher?“
“No。“
“Hebeingasingleman,andshebeingasinglewoman,atthetime?AndbothinScotland?“
“Yes。“
“Verywell。Nowtellmethecircumstances。“
Geoffreyhesitated。Theartofstatingcircumstancesimpliesthecultivationofaveryraregift——thegiftofarrangingideas。NoonewasbetteracquaintedwiththistruththanSirPatrick。HewaspurposelypuzzlingGeoffreyatstarting,underthefirmconvictionthathisclienthadsomethingtoconcealfromhim。Theoneprocessthatcouldbedependedonforextractingthetruth,underthosecircumstances,wastheprocessofinterrogation。IfGeoffreywassubmittedtoit,attheoutset,hiscunningmighttakethealarm。SirPatrick’sobjectwastomakethemanhimselfinviteinterrogation。Geoffreyinviteditforthwith,byattemptingtostatethecircumstances,andbyinvolvingthemintheusualconfusion。SirPatrickwaiteduntilhehadthoroughlylostthethreadofhisnarrative——andthenplayedforthewinningtrick。
“WoulditbeeasiertoyouifIaskedafewquestions?“heinquired,innocently。
“Mucheasier。“
“Iamquiteatyourservice。Supposeweclearthegroundtobeginwith?Areyouatlibertytomentionnames?“
“No。“
“Places?“
“No。“
“Dates?“
“Doyouwantmetobeparticular?“
“Beasparticularasyoucan。“
“Willitdo,ifIsaythepresentyear?“
“Yes。Wereyourfriendandthelady——atsometimeinthepresentyear——travelingtogetherinScotland?“
“No。“
“LivingtogetherinScotland?“
“No。“
“What_were_theydoingtogetherinScotland?“
“Well——theyweremeetingeachotherataninn。“
“Oh?Theyweremeetingeachotherataninn。Whichwasfirstattherendezvous?“
“Thewomanwasfirst。Stopabit!Wearegettingtoitnow。“HeproducedfromhispocketthewrittenmemorandumofArnold’sproceedingsatCraigFernie,whichhehadtakendownfromArnold’sownlips。“I’vegotabitofnotehere,“hewenton。
“Perhapsyou’dliketohavealookatit?“
SirPatricktookthenote——readitrapidlythroughtohimself——thenre-readit,sentencebysentence,toGeoffrey;
usingitasatexttospeakfrom,inmakingfurtherinquiries。
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