ssed his legs,
and took up a magazine.
This treatment was mortifying, and I remember very well the resentment of
which _he_ was quite unconscious.
His stay was not very long; not one of us divined the object of his visit,
and he did not prepossess us favourably. He seemed restless, as men of busy
habits do in country houses, and took walks, and a drive, and read in the
library, and wrote half a dozen letters.
His bed-room and dressing-room were at the side of the gallery, directly
opposite to my father's, which had a sort of ante-room _en suite_, in which
were some of his theological books.
The day after Mr. Bryerly's arrival, I was about to see whether my father's
water caraffe and glass had been duly laid on the table in this ante-room,
and in doubt whether he was there, I knocked at the door.
I suppose they were too intent on other matters to hear, but receiving no
answer, I entered the room. My father was sitting in his chair, with his
coat and waistcoat off, Mr. Bryerly kneeling on a stool beside him, rather
facing him, his black scratch wig leaning close to my father's grizzled
hair. There was a large tome of their divinity lore, I suppose, open on
the table close by. The lank black figure of Mr. Bryerly stood up, and he
concealed something quickly in the breast of his coat.
My father stood up also, looking paler, I think, than I ever saw him till
then, and he pointed grimly to the door, and said, 'Go.'
Mr. Bryerly pushed me gently back with his hands to my shoulders, and
smiled down from his dark features with an expression quite unintelligible
to me.
I had recovered myself in a second, and withdrew without a word. The last
thing I saw at the door was the tall, slim figure in black, and the dark,
significant smile following me: and then the door was shut and locked, and
the two Swedenborgians were left to their mysteries.
I remember so well the kind of shock and disgust I felt in the certainty
that I had surprised them at some, perhaps, debasing incantation--a
suspicion of this Mr. Bryerly, of the ill-fitting black coat, and white
choker--and a sort of fear came upon me, and I fancied he was asserting
some kind of mastery over my father, which very much alarmed me.
I fancied all sorts of dangers in the enigmatical smile of the lank
high-priest. The image of my father, as I had seen him, it might be,
confessing to this man in black, who was I knew not what, haunted me with
the disagreeable unc
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