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"I did," said Hamlin. "It was mighty kind of you to return my call
so soon, but I didn't expect it."
"I reckon not. But I know who you are, and that you are an old
associate of hers, in the days of her sin and unregeneration. I
want you to answer me, before God and man, what was your purpose in
coming there to-day?"
"Look here! I don't think it's necessary to drag in strangers to
hear my answer," said Jack, lying down again, "but I came to borrow
a horse."
"Is that the truth?"
Jack got upon his feet very solemnly, put on his hat, drew down his
waistcoat, and approached Mr. Rylands with his hands in his pockets.
"Mr. Rylands," he said, with great suavity of manner, "this is the
second time today that I have had the honor of having my word
doubted by your family. Your wife was good enough to question my
assertion that I didn't know that she was living here, but that was
a woman's vanity. You have no such excuse. There is my horse
yonder, lame, as you may see. I didn't lame him for the sake of
seeing your wife nor you."
There was that in Mr. Hamlin's audacity and perfect self-possession
which, even while it irritated, never suggested deceit. He was too
reckless of consequence to lie. Mr. Rylands was staggered and half
convinced. Nevertheless, he hesitated.
"Dare you tell me everything that happened between my wife and you?"
"Dare you listen?" said Mr. Hamlin quietly.
Mr. Rylands turned a little white. After a moment he said:--
"Yes."
"Good!" said Mr. Hamlin. "I like your grit, though I don't mind
telling you it's the ONLY thing I like about you. Sit down. Well,
I haven't seen Nell Montgomery for three years until I met her as
your wife, at your house. She was surprised as I was, and
frightened as I wasn't. She spent the whole interview in telling
me the history of her marriage and her life with you, and nothing
more. I cannot say that it was remarkably entertaining, or that
she was as amusing as your wife as she was as Nell Montgomery, the
variety actress. When she had finished, I came away."
Mr. Rylands, who had seated himself, made a movement as if to rise.
But Mr. Hamlin laid his hand on his knee.
"I asked you if you dared to listen. I have something myself to
say of that interview. I found your wife wearing the old dresses
that other men had given her, and she said she wore them because
she thought it pleased you. I found that you, who are questioning
my calling upon her, had already got the worst of her old chums to
visit her without asking her consent; I found that instead of being
the first one to lie for her and hide her, you were the first one
to tell anybody her history, just because you thought it was to the
glory of God generally, and of Joshua Rylands in particular."
"A man's motives are his own," stammered Rylands.
"Sorry you didn't see it when you questioned mine just now," said
Jack coolly.
"Then she complained to you?" said Rylands hesitatingly.
"I didn't say that," said Jack shortly.
"But you found her unhappy?"
"Damnably."
"And you advised her"--said Rylands tentatively.
"I advised her to chuck you and try to get a better husband." He
paused, and then added, with a disgusted laugh, "but she didn't
tumble to it, for a d----d silly reason."
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