The Twickenham Peerage. Marsh Richard

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СКАЧАТЬ dear Vi, there is no doubt that animation suits you; but I shouldn't on that account be always in a condition of explosiveness.'

      Her cheeks flamed. Nothing annoys her so much as being told that she's excitable. Edith laid her hand upon my arm.

      'Douglas, tell me; is it true?'

      'I don't know.'

      'Do you mean that you don't know, or that you won't say? Have you any reason to believe that he's alive; any tangible reason?'

      'As I told Reggie, and as I presume he has told you, I shall be in a better position to answer that question next week.'

      'But why not now? What is it you do know? Why keep us in suspense? Is it fair? Think of what it means to all of us; of what it means to me. It has come to this-that to me it is almost a question of life or death.'

      I understood the allusion; it cut me to the heart.

      'I tell you that I know nothing.'

      'Then why did you say that last night to Reggie?'

      'Because I supposed him to be possessed of a few grains of common sense.'

      'But you must have had some grounds to go upon. You surely wouldn't have said a thing like that without a cause-you, of all men. Miss Sandford has never doubted that he's alive; now mother seems equally convinced; now there's you, throwing out mysterious hints. Be fair to us; make us sharers even of your suspicions.'

      'Very good; I'll tell you all there is to tell, though it will only unsettle you as it unsettled me.'

      'We can't be more unsettled than we are already. Anything to get out of the darkness into the light.'

      'You'll still be in the darkness when you've heard all I have to say; I promise you that. I know I'm fogged enough.'

      I cast about in my mind how best to tell a part of the truth without revealing all. It was very far from my desire to send them all scampering off to the Aquarium, as they undoubtedly would do if they learned everything. Edith guessed what I was after.

      'Are you thinking how much you can keep back? Be fair.'

      'I will be fair; what's more, I'll be open too.' Always begin like that when you intend to be as much the other kind of thing as possible. 'I'll put you in possession of all the information I have in a single sentence. The other day I saw a man who was Twickenham's living image.'

      They had gathered round me. I had a dim consciousness that their faces changed colour. With their eyes they seemed to be trying to search me through and through. My statement was followed by a perceptible pause. Then Edith began to question me.

      'The other day? When?'

      'Yesterday.'

      'Yesterday? Then you knew last evening. Mother was right.'

      'I did not know. I don't know now. It seems incredible that two men could be so much alike, but, on the other hand, it seems equally incredible that, under the circumstances, it could have been he.'

      'Under the circumstances? What were the circumstances?'

      'That I decline to say. I must ask you to take my word for it that the circumstances under which I saw this man make it practically impossible that it could have been he.'

      'Did he see you?'

      'He did not.'

      'Did you try to speak to him?'

      'I had no chance.'

      'Did you find out where he lives, or anything at all about him?'

      'I did this: I found a man who knows him, and who, I have reason to believe, will bring me face to face with him at a very early date.'

      'When?'

      'I hope that the question of identity will be settled by Tuesday morning.'

      'Hope? Is that quite the appropriate word? Because I perceive that it is Twickenham. You see, Douglas, I know you so well.'

      'It is because I expected you to take that point of view that I was reluctant to speak: because I'm more than doubtful if the man I saw was Twickenham.'

      'I'm not. If it had been any one but you it would have been a different case. But, you know, Douglas, your royal gift of remembering faces. You never confuse one person with another, even if it is a person you only saw for five minutes twenty years ago. If you have seen a man who was so like Twickenham that you would not like to say it was not Twickenham, it was. Reggie won't be Marquis yet.'

      She leant against the mantel, looking pale. There was something in her attitude which seemed to me condemnatory. I felt ashamed. Reggie threw himself into an arm-chair.

      'If it was Twickenham I shall be in a pretty tight fix.'

      'We all shall. I shall have to instal Edith in those country lodgings. You will have to marry Mary Magruder. Violet will be Mrs. George Charteris.'

      'I shall be nothing of the kind. I wish you wouldn't settle my future in quite such an off-handed fashion. It's not in the best of taste.'

      'I certainly shall not marry Mary Magruder.'

      'You might do worse.'

      Vi turned on me.

      'You mean that he might marry me. Douglas, you are at times so sweet. You needn't be afraid; I'll be no clog on him.'

      'I'll make you marry me. You promised that you would; I imagine you are not prepared to deny it. I'll make you keep your word.'

      'You'll make me! Indeed! My dear Reggie, it's news to me to learn that I'm the kind of person who can be made to do anything.'

      'Good children, pray don't argue. In anticipating the very worst, we may be destined to suffer disappointment. In the first place, I am extremely doubtful if it was Twickenham; though Edith isn't. But then she didn't see him, and I did; so, of course, she knows. Even granting it was Twickenham, during fifteen years he may have altered. He may have become the most generous and delightful soul alive. In any case, he will have plenty. He can hardly refuse assistance to his only brother.'

      'He won't dare to give me nothing. Especially when he knows the hole I'm in.'

      'Dare!' Edith smiled. 'Twickenham dare do anything. Particularly in the way of making himself disagreeable.'

      'O Lord! Don't talk like that. As Douglas says, during fifteen years he may have altered.'

      'Can the Ethiopian change his skin?'

      That was what I had myself been wondering.

      CHAPTER IV

      MR. MONTAGU BABBACOMBE AWAKES

      Something of the crowd which Mr. Augustus FitzHoward foretold did assemble. It was half-past nine when I entered that part of the building in which Mr. Montagu Babbacombe was on exhibition, and already it was quite sufficiently filled. Mr. FitzHoward stood at the receipt of custom, wearing an air of triumph, and what seemed the same dirty pair of cuffs. He beamed at me as I tendered my ticket.

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