"And then you will be married, Herbert?"

"How can I take care of the dear child otherwise?--Lay your arm out upon

the back of the sofa, my dear boy, and I'll sit down here, and get the

bandage off so gradually that you shall not know when it comes. I was

speaking of Provis. Do you know, Handel, he improves?"

"I said to you I thought he was softened when I last saw him."

"So you did. And so he is. He was very communicative last night, and

told me more of his life. You remember his breaking off here about some

woman that he had had great trouble with.--Did I hurt you?"

I had started, but not under his touch. His words had given me a start.

"I had forgotten that, Herbert, but I remember it now you speak of it."

"Well! He went into that part of his life, and a dark wild part it is.

Shall I tell you? Or would it worry you just now?"

"Tell me by all means. Every word."

Herbert bent forward to look at me more nearly, as if my reply had been

rather more hurried or more eager than he could quite account for. "Your

head is cool?" he said, touching it.

"Quite," said I. "Tell me what Provis said, my dear Herbert."

"It seems," said Herbert, "--there's a bandage off most charmingly, and

now comes the cool one,--makes you shrink at first, my poor dear fellow,

don't it? but it will be comfortable presently,--it seems that the

woman was a young woman, and a jealous woman, and a revengeful woman;

revengeful, Handel, to the last degree."

"To what last degree?"

"Murder.--Does it strike too cold on that sensitive place?"

"I don't feel it. How did she murder? Whom did she murder?" "Why, the

deed may not have merited quite so terrible a name," said Herbert, "but,

she was tried for it, and Mr. Jaggers defended her, and the reputation

of that defence first made his name known to Provis. It was another and

a stronger woman who was the victim, and there had been a struggle--in a

barn. Who began it, or how fair it was, or how unfair, may be doubtful;

but how it ended is certainly not doubtful, for the victim was found

throttled."

"Was the woman brought in guilty?"

"No; she was acquitted.--My poor Handel, I hurt you!"




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