Sir Austin again asked his son.
"Come on, sir! come on!" cried Richard.
His father's further meditations, as they stepped briskly to the Foreys',
gave poor ferry a character which one who lectures on matrimony, and has
kissed but three men in her life, shrieks to hear the very title of.
"Richard will go to his wife to-morrow," Sir Austin said to Adrian some
time before they went in to dinner.
Adrian asked him if he had chanced to see a young fair-haired lady by the
side of the old one Richard had treated so peculiarly; and to the
baronet's acknowledgment that he remembered to have observed such a
person, Adrian said: "That was his wife, sir."
Sir Austin could not dissect the living subject. As if a bullet had torn
open the young man's skull, and some blast of battle laid his palpitating
organization bare, he watched every motion of his brain and his heart;
and with the grief and terror of one whose mental habit was ever to
pierce to extremes. Not altogether conscious that he had hitherto played
with life, he felt that he was suddenly plunged into the stormful reality
of it. He projected to speak plainly to his son on all points that night.
"Richard is very gay," Mrs. Doris, whispered her brother.
"All will be right with him to-morrow," he replied; for the game had been
in his hands so long, so long had he been the God of the machine, that
having once resolved to speak plainly and to act, he was to a certain
extent secure, bad as the thing to mend might be.
"I notice he has rather a wild laugh--I don't exactly like his eyes,"
said Mrs. Doria.
"You will see a change in him to-morrow," the man of science remarked.
It was reserved for Mrs. Doria herself to experience that change. In the
middle of the dinner a telegraphic message from her son-in-law, worthy
John Todhunter, reached the house, stating that Clare was alarmingly ill,
bidding her come instantly. She cast about for some one to accompany her,
and fixed on Richard. Before he would give his consent for Richard to go,
Sir Austin desired to speak with him apart, and in that interview he said
to his son: "My dear Richard! it was my intention that we should come to
an understanding together this night. But the time is short--poor Helen
cannot spare many minutes. Let me then say that you deceived me, and that
I forgive you. We fix our seal on the past. You will bring your wife to
me when you return." And very cheerfully the baronet looked down on the
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