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  ThenyoungGarvell,givingwaybeforemyslogging,stumbledandfelloverabigflint,andI,stillfollowingthetraditionofmyclassandschool,promptlyflungmyselfonhimtofinishhim。Wewerebusywitheachotheronthegroundwhenwebecameawareofadreadfulinterruption。

  “Shutup,youFOOL!”saidArchie。

  “Oh,LadyDrew!”IheardBeatricecry。“They’refighting!

  They’refightingsomethingawful!”

  Ilookedovermyshoulder。Archie’swishtogetupbecameirresistible,andmyresolvetogoonwithhimvanishedaltogether。

  Ibecameawareofthetwooldladies,presencesofblackandpurplesilkandfurandshiningdarkthings;theyhadwalkedupthroughtheWarren,whilethehorsestookthehilleasily,andsohadcomeuponus。Beatricehadgonetothematoncewithanairoftakingrefuge,andstoodbesideandalittlebehindthem。Webothrosedejectedly。Thetwooldladieswereevidentlyquitedreadfullyshocked,andpeeringatuswiththeirpooroldeyes;

  andneverhadIseensuchatremblementinLadyDrew’slorgnettes。

  “You’veneverbeenfighting?“saidLadyDrew。

  “Youhavebeenfighting。”

  “Itwasn’tproperfighting。”snappedArchie,withaccusingeyesonme。

  “It’sMrs。Ponderevo’sGeorge!”saidMissSomerville,soaddingaconvictionforingratitudetomyevidentsacrilege。

  “HowcouldheDARE?”criedLadyDrew,becomingveryawful。

  “Hebroketherules“saidArchie,sobbingforbreath。“I

  slipped,and——hehitmewhileIwasdown。Hekneltonme。”

  “HowcouldyouDARE?”saidLadyDrew。

  Iproducedanexperiencedhandkerchiefrolledupintoatightball,andwipedthebloodfrommychin,butIofferednoexplanationofmydaring。Amongotherthingsthatpreventedthat,Iwastooshortofbreath。

  “Hedidn’tfightfair。”sobbedArchie。

  Beatrice,frombehindtheoldladies,regardedmeintentlyandwithouthostility。Iaminclinedtothinkthemodificationofmyfacethroughthedamagetomylipinterestedher。ItbecamedimlyapparenttomyconfusedintelligencethatImustnotsaythesetwohadbeenplayingwithme。Thatwouldnotbeaftertherulesoftheirgame。Iresolvedinthisdifficultsituationuponasulkysilence,andtotakewhateverconsequencesmightfollow。

  ThepowersofjusticeinBladesovermadeanextraordinarymessofmycase。

  IhaveregretfullytoadmitthattheHonourableBeatriceNormandydid,attheageoften,betrayme,abandonme,andliemostabominablyaboutme。Shewas,asamatteroffact,panic-strickenaboutme,consciencestrickentoo;sheboltedfromtheverythoughtofmybeingheraffiancedloverandsoforth,fromthefaintestmemoryofkissing;shewasindeedaltogetherdisgracefulandhumaninherbetrayal。Sheandherhalf-brotherliedinperfectconcord,andIwaspresentedasawantonassailantofmysocialbetters。TheywerewaitingaboutintheWarren,whenIcameupandspoketothem,etc。

  Onthewhole,InowperceiveLadyDrew’sdecisionswere,inthelightoftheevidence,reasonableandmerciful。

  Theywereconveyedtomebymymother,whowas,Ireallybelieve,evenmoreshockedbythegrossnessofmysocialinsubordinationthanLadyDrew。Shedilatedonherladyship’skindnessestome,ontheeffronteryandwickednessofmyprocedure,andsocameatlasttothetermsofmypenance。“YoumustgouptoyoungMr。

  Garvell,andbeghispardon。”

  “Iwon’tbeghispardon。”Isaid,speakingforthefirsttime。

  Mymotherpaused,incredulous。

  Ifoldedmyarmsonhertable-cloth,anddeliveredmywickedlittleultimatum。“Iwon’tbeghispardonnohow。”Isaid。

  “See?”

  “ThenyouwillhavetogoofftoyouruncleFrappatChatham。”

  “Idon’tcarewhereIhavetogoorwhatIhavetodo,Iwon’tbeghispardon。”Isaid。

  AndIdidn’t。

  AfterthatIwasoneagainsttheworld。Perhapsinmymother’shearttherelurkedsomepityforme,butshedidnotshowit。

  Shetookthesideoftheyounggentleman;shetriedhard,shetriedveryhard,tomakemesayIwassorryIhadstruckhim。

  Sorry!

  Icouldn’texplain。

  SoIwentintoexileinthedog-carttoRedwoodstation,withJukesthecoachman,coldlysilent,drivingme,andallmypersonalbelongingsinasmallAmericanclothportmanteaubehind。

  IfeltIhadmuchtoembitterme;thegamehadandthebeginningsoffairnessbyanystandardsIknew。ButthethingthatembitteredmemostwasthattheHonourableBeatriceNormandyshouldhaverepudiatedandfledfrommeasthoughIwassomesortofleper,andnotevenhavetakenachanceorso,togivemeagood-bye。Shemighthavedonethatanyhow!SupposingIhadtoldonher!Butthesonofaservantcountsasaservant。Shehadforgottenandnowremembered。

  IsolacedmyselfwithsomeextraordinarydreamofcomingbacktoBladesover,stern,powerful,afterthefashionofCoriolanus。I

  donotrecallthedetails,butIhavenodoubtIdisplayedgreatmagnanimity。

  Well,anyhowIneversaidIwassorryforpoundingyoungGarvell,andIamnotsorrytothisday。

  WhenIwasthusbanishedfromBladesoverHouse,asitwasthenthoughtforgoodandall,Iwassentbymymotherinavindictivespirit,firsttohercousinNicodemusFrapp,andthen,asafullyindenturedapprentice,tomyunclePonderevo。

  IranawayfromthecareofmycousinNicodemusbacktoBladesoverHouse。

  MycousinNicodemusFrappwasabakerinabackstreet——aslumrather——justoffthatmiserablenarrowmeanhighroadthatthreadsthoseexquisitebeads,RochesterandChatham。Hewas,I

  mustadmit,ashocktome,muchdominatedbyayoung,plump,prolific,malingeringwife;abent,slow-moving,unwillingdarkmanwithflourinhishairandeyelashes,inthelinesofhisfaceandtheseamsofhiscoat。I’veneverhadachancetocorrectmyearlyimpressionofhim,andhestillremainsanalmostdreadfulmemory,asortofcaricatureofincompetentsimplicity。AsIrememberhim,indeed,hepresentedtheserviletraditionperfected。Hehadnoprideinhisperson;fineclothesanddressingupwasn’t“forthelikesof“him,sothathegothiswife,whowasnoartistatit,tocuthisblackhairatirregularintervals,andlethisnailsbecomedisagreeabletothefastidiouseye;hehadnoprideinhisbusinessnoranyinitiative;hisonlyvirtueswerenotdoingcertainthingsandhardwork。“Youruncle。”saidmymother——allgrown-upcousinswereunclesbycourtesyamongtheVictorianmiddle-class——“isn’tmuchtolookatortalkto,buthe’saGoodHard-WorkingMan。”

  Therewasasortofbasehonourablenessabouttoil,howeverneedless,inthatsystemofinversion。Anotherpointofhonourwastoriseatorbeforedawn,andthenlaboriouslymuddleabout。

  ItwasverydistinctlyimpressedonmymindthattheGoodHard-WorkingManwouldhavethoughtit“fal-lallish“toownapockethandkerchief。PooroldFrapp——dirtyandcrushedby,productof,Bladesover’smagnificence!Hemadenofightagainsttheworldatall,hewasflounderinginsmalldebtsthatwerenotsosmallbutthatfinallytheyoverwhelmedhim,whenevertherewasoccasionforanyexertionhiswifefellbackuponpainsandher“condition。”andGodsentthemmanychildren,mostofwhomdied,andso,bytheircomingandgoing,gaveadoubleexerciseinthevirtuesofsubmission。

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