"Yes, mistress; I am a magistrate: the commission hath come at last,
after six months' waiting. But I was friend to the FitzHerberts before
ever I was a magistrate, and--"
Then she understood; and her heart went out to him. She, too, stood up,
catching at the table with a hiss of pain as she threw her weight on the
bruised foot. He made a movement towards her; but she waved him aside.
"I beg your pardon, Mr. Audrey, with all my heart. I had thought that
you meant harm, perhaps, to my friends and me. But now I see--"
"Not a word more! not a word more!" he cried harshly, with a desperate
kind of gesture. "I shall do my duty none the less when the time
comes--"
"Sir!" she cried out suddenly. "For God's sake do not speak of
duty--there is another duty greater than that. Mr. Audrey--"
He wheeled away from her, with a movement she could not interpret. It
might be uncontrolled anger or misery, equally. And her heart went out
to him in one great flood.
"Mr. Audrey. It is not too late. Your son Robin--"
Then he wheeled again; and his face was distorted with emotion.
"Yes, my son Robin! my son Robin!... How dare you speak of him to me?...
Yes; that is it--my son Robin--my son Robin!"
He dropped into the chair again, and his face fell upon his clasped
hands.
IV
She scarcely knew how circumstances had arranged themselves up to the
time when she found herself riding away again with Alice, while a man of
Mr.
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