Blind Love. Wilkie Collins

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СКАЧАТЬ Rising with alacrity, Mrs. Vimpany returned to the bed-chamber.

      "You miserable creature," she began, "are you sober now?"

      "I'm as sober as you are."

      "Do you know," she went on, "why Mr. Mountjoy asked you to dine with him?"

      "Because he's my friend."

      "He is your worst enemy. Hold your tongue! I'll explain what I mean directly. Rouse your memory, if you have got a memory left. I want to know what you and Mr. Mountjoy talked about after dinner."

      He stared at her helplessly. She tried to find her way to his recollection by making suggestive inquiries. It was useless; he only complained of being thirsty. His wife lost her self-control. She was too furiously angry with him to be able to remain in the room. Recovering her composure when she was alone, she sent for soda-water and brandy. Her one chance of making him useful was to humour his vile temper; she waited on him herself.

      In some degree, the drink cleared his muddled head. Mrs. Vimpany tried his memory once more. Had he said this? Had he said that? Yes: he thought it likely. Had he, or had Mr. Mountjoy, mentioned Lord Harry's name? A glimmer of intelligence showed itself in his stupid eyes. Yes—and they had quarrelled about it: he rather thought he had thrown a bottle at Mr. Mountjoy's head. Had they, either of them, said anything about Miss Henley? Oh, of course! What was it? He was unable to remember. Had his wife done bothering him, now?

      "Not quite," she replied. "Try to understand what I am going to say to you. If Lord Harry comes to us while Miss Henley is in our house—"

      He interrupted her: "That's your business."

      "Wait a little. It's my business, if I hear beforehand that his lordship is coming. But he is quite reckless enough to take us by surprise. In that case, I want you to make yourself useful. If you happen to be at home, keep him from seeing Miss Henley until I have seen her first."

      "Why?"

      "I want an opportunity, my dear, of telling Miss Henley that I have been wicked enough to deceive her, before she finds it out for herself. I may hope she will forgive me, if I confess everything."

      The doctor laughed: "What the devil does it matter whether she forgives you or not?"

      "It matters a great deal."

      "Why, you talk as if you were fond of her!"

      "I am."

      The doctor's clouded intelligence was beginning to clear; he made a smart reply: "Fond of her, and deceiving her—aha!"

      "Yes," she said quietly, "that's just what it is. It has grown on me, little by little; I can't help liking Miss Henley."

      "Well," Mr. Vimpany remarked, "you are a fool!" He looked at her cunningly. "Suppose I do make myself useful, what am I to gain by it?"

      "Let us get back," she suggested, "to the gentleman who invited you to dinner, and made you tipsy for his own purposes."

      "I'll break every bone in his skin!"

      "Don't talk nonsense! Leave Mr. Mountjoy to me."

      "Do you take his part? I can tell you this. If I drank too much of that poisonous French stuff, Mountjoy set me the example. He was tipsy—as you call it—shamefully tipsy, I give you my word of honour. What's the matter now?"

      His wife (so impenetrably cool, thus far) had suddenly become excited. There was not the smallest fragment of truth in what he had just said of Hugh, and Mrs. Vimpany was not for a moment deceived by it. But the lie had, accidentally, one merit—it suggested to her the idea which she had vainly tried to find over her cup of tea. "Suppose I show you how you may be revenged on Mr. Mountjoy," she said.

      "Well?"

      "Will you remember what I asked you to do for me, if Lord Harry takes us by surprise?"

      He produced his pocket-diary, and told her to make a memorandum of it. She wrote as briefly as if she had been writing a telegram: "Keep Lord Harry from seeing Miss Henley, till I have seen her first."

      "Now," she said, taking a chair by the bedside, "you shall know what a clever wife you have got. Listen to me."

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