ce I'm sure he looked
wicked enough for anything; an' she a crying like a babby, an' lookin'
back, an' wavin' her wet hankicher to him--poor thing!--and she so young!
'Tis a pity. Dear me! I often think, Miss, 'tis well for me I never was
married. And see how we all would like to get husbands for all that, though
so few is happy together. 'Tis a queer world, and them that's single is
maybe the best off after all.'
CHAPTER LII
_THE PICTURE OF A WOLF_
I went down that evening to the sitting-room which had been assigned to
Milly and me, in search of a book--my good Mary Quince always attending me.
The door was a little open, and I was startled by the light of a candle
proceeding from the fireside, together with a considerable aroma of tobacco
and brandy.
On my little work-table, which he had drawn beside the hearth, lay Dudley's
pipe, his brandy-flask, and an empty tumbler; and he was sitting with one
foot on the fender, his elbow on his knee, and his head resting in his
hand, weeping. His back being a little toward the door, he did not perceive
us; and we saw him rub his knuckles in his eyes, and heard the sounds of
his selfish lamentation.
Mary and I stole away quietly, leaving him in possession, wondering when
he was to leave the house, according to the sentence which I had heard
pronounced upon him.
I was delighted to see old 'Giblets' quietly strapping his luggage in the
hall, and heard from him in a whisper that he was to leave that evening by
rail--he did not know whither.
About half an hour afterwards, Mary Quince, going out to reconnoitre, heard
from old Wyat in the lobby that he had just started to meet the train.
Blessed be heaven for that deliverance! An evil spirit had been cast out,
and the house looked lighter and happier. It was not until I sat down in
the quiet of my room that the scenes and images of that agitating day began
to move before my memory in orderly procession, and for the first time
I appreciated, with a stunning sense of horror and a perfect rapture of
thanksgiving, the value of my escape and the immensity of the danger which
had threatened me. It may have been miserable weakness--I think it was. But
I was young, nervous, and afflicted with a troublesome sort of conscience,
which occasionally went mad, and insisted, in small things as well as
great, upon sacrifices which my reason now assures me were absurd. Of
Dudley I had a perfect horror; and yet had that system of
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