Huntley, carried away by his strong feeling.
"But, I say I fancy that the giving up was on Constance's side,"
repeated Mrs. Channing. "She has a keen sense of honour, and she knows
the pride of the Yorkes."
"Pride, such as that, would be the better for being taken down a peg,"
returned Mr. Huntley. "I am sorry for this. The accusation has indeed
been productive of serious effects. Why did not Arthur go to William
Yorke and avow his innocence, and tell him there was no cause for their
parting? Did he not do so?"
Mrs. Channing shook her head only, by way of answer; and, as Mr.
Huntley scrutinized her pale, sad countenance, he began to think there
must be greater mystery about the affair than he had supposed. He said
no more.
On the third day he quitted Borcette, having seen them, as he expressed
it, fully installed, and pursued his route homewards, by way of Lille,
Calais, and Dover. Mr. Huntley was no friend to long sea passages:
people with well-filled purses seldom are so.
CHAPTER XXXII.
AN OMINOUS COUGH.
"I say, Jenkins, how you cough!"
"Yes, sir, I do. It's a sign that autumn's coming on. I have been
pretty free from it all the summer. I think the few days I lay in bed
through that fall, must have done good to my chest; for, since then, I
have hardly coughed at all. This last day or two it has been bad
again."
"What cough do you call it?" went on Roland Yorke--you may have guessed
he was the speaker.
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