Chapter XXII
AN OLD FOOL
Lady Ferringhall made room for him on the sofa by her side. You will obey me out of common decency. ‘He could have little comfort there, indeed. The grim mockery of it!—those South Sea loafers, taking
advantage of Enschede's Christianity and imposing upon him, accepting his
money and medicines and laughing behind his back! No doubt they made the
name a byword and a subject for ribald jest in the waterfront bars. ‘Because,’ said Lady Bicknacre in the confidential manner of all matrons
when passing on a tidbit of scandal, ‘Nicholas married against his father’s
wishes and ran away. It has come,—and sooner than you expected. "
"Don't be angry with me, Sir," cried the widow, sobbing bitterly, "pray don't.
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