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the moonlight; but very quiet; and he did not take his hands from

his pockets。  〃I've listened to what he said because he came here

on MY business; which was simply to offer to do you a service。

That was all; Bradley; that I told him to do。  This rot about what

he expects of you in return is his own impertinence。  If you'd

punched his head when he began it; it would have been all right。

But since he has begun it; before he goes I think he ought to hear

me tell you that I have already OFFERED myself to Miss Macy; and

she has REFUSED me!  If she had given me the least encouragement; I

should have told you before。  Further; I want to say that; in spite

of that man's insinuations; I firmly believe that no one is aware

of the circumstance except Miss Macy and myself。〃



〃I had no idea of intimating that anything had happened that was

not highly honorable and creditable to you and the young lady;〃

began Richardson hurriedly。



〃I don't know that it was necessary for you to have any ideas on

the subject at all;〃 said Mainwaring; sternly; 〃nor that; having

been shown how you have insulted this gentleman and myself; you

need trouble us an instant longer with your company。  You need not

come back。  I will manage my other affairs myself。〃



〃Very well; Mr。 Mainwaringbutyou may be sure that I shall

certainly take the first opportunity to explain myself to Sir

Robert;〃 returned Richardson as; with an attempt at dignity; he

strode away。



There was an interval of silence。



〃Don't be too hard upon a fellow; Bradley;〃 said Mainwaring as

Bradley remained dark and motionless in the shadow。  〃It is a poor

return I'm making you for your kindness; but I swear I never

thought of anything likelikethis。〃



〃Nor did I;〃 said Bradley; bitterly。



〃I know it; and that's what makes it so infernally bad for me。

Forgive me; won't you?  Think of me; old fellow; as the wretchedest

ass you ever met; but not such a cad as this would make me!〃  As

Mainwaring stepped out from the moonlight towards him with extended

hand; Bradley grasped it warmly。



〃Thankstherethanks; old fellow!  And; BradleyI saydon't say

anything to your wife; for I don't think she knows it。  And;

Bradleylook hereI didn't like to be anything but plain before

that fellow; but I don't mind telling YOU; now that it's all over;

that I really think LouiseMiss Macydidn't altogether understand

me either。〃



With another shake of the hand they separated for the night。  For a

long time after Mainwaring had gone; Bradley remained gazing

thoughtfully into the Great Canyon。  He thought of the time when he

had first come there; full of life and enthusiasm; making an ideal

world of his pure and wholesome eyrie on the ledge。  What else he

thought will; probably; never be known until the misunderstanding

of honorable and chivalrous men by a charming and illogical sex

shall incite the audacious pen of some more daring romancer。



When he returned to the house; he said kindly to his wife; 〃I have

been thinking to…day about your hotel scheme; and I shall write to

Sacramento to…night to accept that capitalist's offer。〃





CHAPTER V。





The sun was just rising。  In two years of mutation and change it

had seen the little cottage clinging like a swallow's nest to the

rocky caves of a great Sierran canyon give way to a straggling;

many…galleried hotel; and a dozen blackened chimneys rise above the

barren tableland where once had stood the lonely forge。  To that

conservative orb of light and heat there must have been a peculiar

satisfaction in looking down a few hours earlier upon the

battlements and gables of Oldenhurst; whose base was deeply

embedded in the matured foundations and settled traditions of an

English county。  For the rising sun had for ten centuries found

Oldenhurst in its place; from the heavy stone terrace that covered

the dead…and…forgotten wall; where a Roman sentinel had once paced;

to the little grating in the cloistered quadrangle; where it had

seen a Cistercian brother place the morning dole。  It had daily

welcomed the growth of this vast and picturesque excrescence of the

times; it had smiled every morning upon this formidable yet quaint

incrustation of power and custom; ignoring; as Oldenhurst itself

had ignored; the generations who possessed it; the men who built

it; the men who carried it with fire and sword; the men who had

lied and cringed for it; the King who had given it to a favorite;

the few brave hearts who had died for it in exile; and the one or

two who had bought and paid for it。  For Oldenhurst had absorbed

all these and more until it had become a story of the past;

incarnate in stone; greenwood; and flower; it had even drained the

life…blood from adjacent hamlets; repaying them with tumuli growths

like its own; in the shape of purposeless lodges; quaintly

incompetent hospitals and schools; and churches where the

inestimable blessing and knowledge of its gospel were taught and

fostered。  Nor had it dealt more kindly with the gentry within its

walls; sending some to the scaffold; pillorying others in infamous

office; reducing a few to poverty; and halting its later guests

with gout and paralysis。  It had given them in exchange the dubious

immortality of a portrait gallery; from which they stared with

stony and equal resignation; it had preserved their useless armor

and accoutrements; it had set up their marble effigies in churches

or laid them in cross…legged attitudes to trip up the unwary; until

in death; as in life; they got between the congregation and the

Truth that was taught there。  It had allowed an Oldenhurst

crusader; with a broken nose like a pugilist; on the strength of

his having been twice to the Holy Land; to hide the beautifully

illuminated Word from the lowlier worshipper on the humbler

benches; it had sent an iconoclastic Bishop of the Reformation

to a nearer minster to ostentatiously occupy the place of the

consecrated image he had overthrown。  Small wonder that crowding

the Oldenhurst retainers gradually into smaller space; with

occasional Sabbath glimpses of the living rulers of Oldenhurst

already in railed…off exaltation; it had forced them to accept

Oldenhurst as a synonym of eternity; and left the knowledge of a

higher Power to what time they should be turned out to their longer

sleep under the tender grass of the beautiful outer churchyard。



And even so; while every stone of the pile of Oldenhurst and every

tree in its leafy park might have been eloquent with the story of

vanity; selfishness; and unequal justice; it had been left to the

infinite mercy of Nature to seal their lips with a spell of beauty

that left mankind equally dumb; earth; air; and moisture had

entered into a gentle conspiracy to soften; mellow; and clothe its

external blemishes of breach and accident; its irregular design;

its additions; accretions; ruins; and lapses with a harmonious

charm of outline and color; poets; romancers; and historians had

equally conspired to illuminate the dark passages and uglier

inconsistencies of its interior life with the glamour of their own

fancy。  The fragment of menacing keep; with its choked oubliettes;

became a bower of tender ivy; the grim story of its crimes;

properly edited by a contemporary bard of the family; passed into a

charming ballad。  Even the superstitious darkness of its religious

house had escaped through fallen roof and shattered wall; leaving

only the foliated and sun…pierced screen of front; with its rose…

window and pinnacle of cross behind。  Pilgrims from all lands had

come to see it; fierce Republicans had crossed the seas to gaze at

its mediaeval outlines; and copy them in wood and stucco on their

younger soil。  Politicians had equally pointed to it as a

convincing evidence of their own principles and in refutation of

each other; and it had survived both。  For it was this belief in

its own perpetuity that was its strength and weak

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