Demos eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 744 pages of information about Demos.

Demos eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 744 pages of information about Demos.

‘I’m very glad to see you walking,’ said the clergyman.

He took Hubert’s hand and held it paternally in both his own.  Eldon seemed affected with a sudden surprise; as he met the large gaze his look showed embarrassment.

‘You remember me?’ Mr. Wyvern remarked, his wonted solemnity lightened by the gleam of a brief smile.  Looking closely into his face was like examining a map in relief; you saw heights and plains, the intersection of multitudinous valleys, river-courses with their tributaries.  It was the visage of a man of thought and character.  His eyes spoke of late hours and the lamp; beneath each was a heavy pocket of skin, wrinkling at its juncture with the cheek.  His teeth were those of an incessant smoker, and, in truth, you could seldom come near him without detecting the odour of tobacco.  Despite the amplitude of his proportions, there was nothing ponderous about him; the great head was finely formed, and his limbs must at one time have been as graceful as they were muscular.

‘Is this accident,’ Hubert asked; ‘or did you know me at the time?’

‘Accident, pure accident.  Will you walk to the vicarage with me?’

They paced side by side.

‘Mrs. Eldon profits by the pleasant weather, I trust?’ the vicar observed, with grave courtesy.

’Thank you, I think she does.  I shall be glad when she is settled in her new home.’

They approached the door of the vicarage in silence.  Entering Mr. Wyvern led the way to his study.  When he had taken a seat, he appeared to forget himself for a moment, and played with the end of his bean

Hubert showed impatient curiosity.

‘You found me there by chance that morning?’ he began.

The clergyman returned to the present.  His elbows on either arm of his round chair, he sat leaning forward, thoughtfully gazing at his companion.

‘By chance,’ he replied.  ’I sleep badly; so it happened that I was abroad shortly after daybreak.  I was near the edge of the wood when I heard a pistol-shot.  I waited for the second.’

‘We fired together,’ Hubert remarked.

’Ah!  It seemed to me one report.  Well, as I stood listening, there came out from among the trees a man who seemed in a hurry.  He was startled at finding himself face to face with me, but didn’t stop; he said something rapidly in French that I failed to catch, pointed back into the wood, and hastened off.’

‘We had no witnesses,’ put in Hubert; ’and both aimed our best.  I wonder he sent you to look for me.’

‘A momentary weakness, no doubt,’ rejoined the vicar drily.  I made my way among the trees and found you lying there, unconscious.  I made some attempt to stop the blood-flow, then picked you up; it seemed better, on the whole, than leaving you on the wet grass an indefinite time.  Your overcoat was on the ground; as I took hold of it, two letters fell from the pocket.  I made no scruple about reading the addresses, and was astonished to find that one was to Mrs. Eldon, at Wanley Manor, Wanley being the place where I was about to live on my return to England.  I took it for granted that you were Mrs. Eldon’s son.  The other letter, as you know, was to a lady at a hotel in the town.’

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