"But it is not my intention to trouble you with matters that concern

me alone," he pursued, without varying his intonations. "As I

anticipated, Mr. Chilton declines explaining the ugly story relative

to his eariier career of dissipation and deceit, which I forwarded

to you. He indulges, instead, in a tirade of personal abuse touching

my right to control you, declaring his purpose to pursue you with

letters and attentions until he shall be discarded by yourself. We

will not stay to discuss the gentlemanliness and delicacy of his

behavior in this regard. I merely declare, that, having had a fair

opportunity of honest confession or denial of statements detrimental

to his principles and pursuits, and having shirked both, he has

placed himself outside the pale of respectful consideration. Has he

written to you since his receipt of my letter?"

"No!"

Mabel was staring at a figure in the carpet, on a line with her

feet. Had she regarded her brother never so attentively, she would

have detected no change in his countenance. He did not prepare

questions without also studying how to deliver them.

"I am glad he has the moral decency to forbear carrying out his

threat of persecution."

He could say it with the greater hardihood in the remembrance that

the "persecution" had been attempted.

"I wish he had written!" rejoined Mabel, abruptly, but without

passion. "He was right to protest against accepting his dismissal

from any other than myself."

She had not removed her eyes from the spot on the carpet, or lowered

the paper screen. She looked like a statue and spoke like an

automaton.

Mr. Aylett's nostrils quivered ominously.

"Is it your wish to recommence the correspondence I have ended?"

"You know that I would strike off my right hand sooner than do it.

But if he had written to me, I should have answered his letter, if

it had been only to bid him farewell. Since he has not chosen to do

this, I cannot take the initiative."

If Winston had never entertained a favorable opinion of his own

sagacity prior to hearing this avowal, it would have forced itself

upon him now. How timely was the thought, how felicitous the

accident, that had aided him to ward off the disaster of renewed

intercourse!

Involuntarily his fingers crept nearer to the closed portfolio.

"No good could have come of that!" returned he coldly. "When an

amputation is to be performed, wise people submit to it without

useless preliminaries. The exchange of farewells in this case would

be inexpedient in the highest degree. You would compromise yourself

by continued acknowledgment of this fellow's acquaintance. My will

is that you and the world should forget, as soon as it can be done,

that you ever saw or heard of him. The connection was degrading."




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