"WHY?" cried Rawdon in surprise.

"Why? Dammy!" said the Captain, ringing his stick on the ground.

"Dammy, indeed," said Mr. Wenham with the most agreeable smile; "still,

look at the matter as a man of the world--as an honest man--and see if

you have not been in the wrong. You come home from a journey, and

find--what?--my Lord Steyne supping at your house in Curzon Street with

Mrs. Crawley. Is the circumstance strange or novel? Has he not been a

hundred times before in the same position? Upon my honour and word as a

gentleman"--Mr. Wenham here put his hand on his waistcoat with a

parliamentary air--"I declare I think that your suspicions are

monstrous and utterly unfounded, and that they injure an honourable

gentleman who has proved his good-will towards you by a thousand

benefactions--and a most spotless and innocent lady."

"You don't mean to say that--that Crawley's mistaken?" said Mr.

Macmurdo.

"I believe that Mrs. Crawley is as innocent as my wife, Mrs. Wenham,"

Mr. Wenham said with great energy. "I believe that, misled by an

infernal jealousy, my friend here strikes a blow against not only an

infirm and old man of high station, his constant friend and benefactor,

but against his wife, his own dearest honour, his son's future

reputation, and his own prospects in life."

"I will tell you what happened," Mr. Wenham continued with great

solemnity; "I was sent for this morning by my Lord Steyne, and found

him in a pitiable state, as, I need hardly inform Colonel Crawley, any

man of age and infirmity would be after a personal conflict with a man

of your strength. I say to your face; it was a cruel advantage you

took of that strength, Colonel Crawley. It was not only the body of my

noble and excellent friend which was wounded--his heart, sir, was

bleeding. A man whom he had loaded with benefits and regarded with

affection had subjected him to the foulest indignity. What was this

very appointment, which appears in the journals of to-day, but a proof

of his kindness to you? When I saw his Lordship this morning I found

him in a state pitiable indeed to see, and as anxious as you are to

revenge the outrage committed upon him, by blood. You know he has

given his proofs, I presume, Colonel Crawley?"

"He has plenty of pluck," said the Colonel. "Nobody ever said he

hadn't."

"His first order to me was to write a letter of challenge, and to carry

it to Colonel Crawley. One or other of us," he said, "must not survive

the outrage of last night."

Crawley nodded. "You're coming to the point, Wenham," he said.

"I tried my utmost to calm Lord Steyne. Good God! sir," I said, "how I

regret that Mrs. Wenham and myself had not accepted Mrs. Crawley's

invitation to sup with her!"




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