ENGLISH ´óÇÅÎ´¾ÃÔÆÅÌ°Ù¶ÈÔÆÅÌHe now proposed to commence an immediate, thorough search for his brother.Bergan saw the impression that he had made, and a cold, sick despair crept over him. "I beg of you, uncle," he exclaimed, vehemently, "as you value your own future peace of mind, put a stop to this unhappy business, ere it be too late."
After all, was not the most straightforward course likely to be the best one?Bergan looks at her wonderingly. Her face is calmthere are no tears in her eyes; she has the satisfied and relieved expression of one who, after long and patient waiting, beholds the expected rest or gladness close at hand, and is already half content.
"And that is probably the secret of its perfection," remarked Bergan, meditatively. "The loveliest graces of charactersuch as charity that thinketh no evil, and hope that lives by faith, not by sightare the legitimate children of suffering. Then why not the finer works of art?""Yes, Miss Carice, it's just that," answered Rosa, impressively. "It's in Mr. Arling's room. He's here."
"And he did not bid me good-bye!" murmured Coralie, discontentedly. "Besides, I have not half thanked him for saving me from those dreadful flames,"and she shuddered at the recollection. "Oh, I must speak to him, before he goes.""Nothing, dear, unless you will sing to mea hymn; there are tones in your voice which are more soothing than any anodyne."
"Belief is nothing," she rejoined, after a pause, "action is the test. Do you live your belief?""Very true," replied Doctor Remy; "and I distrust you. Open that door at once, and let me see what or whom it is, that you are so anxious to conceal.""Because Roath swore, at the inquest, that he did not touch either bottle or glass, and did not even go to that end of the table. That was where he overreached himself; without that, the stone in the glass would not have been such a damning circumstance. He recognized it as such himself;else why did he fly?"
Rue had fallen into the back-ground, during this discussion; but she now stepped forward and faced Doctor Remy, drawing herself up, and smiling scornfully."Why should I mind?" asked Bergan, smiling. "She used to call me her son sometimes; though you do take such pains to give me to understand that you utterly repudiate me as a brother."
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Perhaps Bergan heard something of all this; at any rate, that cry from the river, whether real or imagined, had broken the thread of his review of the past, and brought back his mind to the question of the future. What was to be done? Leave Berganton, of course. The place was not wide enough to hold Carice and himself, with comfort to either. If her marriage had been brought about in the way that he suspected, the sight of him would scarce conduce to her peace; while the sight of her, in her new relation, could only cause him useless pain. Moreover, he had seen, from the first, that Berganton afforded little scope for talent; none whatever for ambition. And, now that his life seemed likely to be limited to its public side, and to have no sweet, compensating domestic one, he felt the necessity of directing its course to some quarter where there was room for proper expansion."Why!" exclaimed Bergan, "the will was a forgery, then!"
"Upon what?" asked Bergan, with a keen glance;"Doctor Remy's succession?"
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