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publicly glorified--perched on the pedestal of a great

complimentary pension?"
I braced myself. "Taking one form of public recognition with

another it seems to me on the whole I should be able to bear it.
When I see the compliments that are paid right and left I ask

myself why this one shouldn't take its course. This therefore is
what you're entitled to have looked to me to mention to you. I've

some evidence that perhaps would be really dissuasive, but I
propose to invite Mss Anvoy to remain in ignorance of it."

"And to invite me to do the same?"
"Oh you don't require it--you've evidence enough. I speak of a

sealed letter that I've been requested to deliver to her."
"And you don't mean to?"

"There's only one consideration that would make me," I said.
Gravener's clear handsome eyes plunged into mine a minute, but

evidently without fishing up a clue to this motive--a failure by
which I was almost wounded. "What does the letter contain?"

"It's sealed, as I tell you, and I don't know what it contains."
"Why is it sent through you?"

"Rather than you?" I wondered how to put the thing. "The only
explanation I can think of is that the person sending it may have

imagined your relations with Miss Anvoy to be at an end--may have
been told this is the case by Mrs. Saltram."

"My relations with Miss Anvoy are not at an end," poor Gravener
stammered.

Again for an instant I thought. "The offer I propose to make you
gives me the right to address you a question remarkably direct.

Are you still engaged to Miss Anvoy?"
"No, I'm not," he slowly brought out. "But we're perfectly good

friends."
"Such good friends that you'll again become prospective husband and

wife if the obstacle in your path be removed?"
"Removed?" he anxiously repeated.

"If I send Miss Anvoy the letter I speak of she may give up her
idea."

"Then for God's sake send it!"
"I'll do so if you're ready to assure me that her sacrifice would

now presumably bring about your marriage."
"I'd marry her the next day!" my visitor cried.

"Yes, but would she marry YOU? What I ask of you of course is
nothing less than your word of honour as to your conviction of

this. If you give it me," I said, "I'll engage to hand her the
letter before night."

Gravener took up his hat; turning it mechanically round he stood
looking a moment hard at its unruffled perfection. Then very

angrily honestly and gallantly, "Hand it to the devil!" he broke
out; with which he clapped the hat on his head and left me.

"Will you read it or not?" I said to Ruth Anvoy, at Wimbledon, when
I had told her the story of Mrs. Saltram's visit.

She debated for a time probably of the briefest, but long enough to
make me nervous. "Have you brought it with you?"

"No indeed. It's at home, locked up."
There was another great silence, and then she said "Go back and

destroy it."
I went back, but I didn't destroy it till after Saltram's death,

when I burnt it unread. The Pudneys approached her again
pressingly, but, prompt as they were, The Coxon Fund had already

become an operative benefit and a general amaze: Mr. Saltram,
while we gathered about, as it were, to watch the manna descend,

had begun to draw the magnificentincome. He drew it as he had
always drawn everything, with a grand abstracted gesture. Its

magnificence, alas, as all the world now knows, quite quenched him;
it was the beginning of his decline. It was also naturally a new

grievance for his wife, who began to believe in him as soon as he
was blighted, and who at this hour accuses us of having bribed him,

on the whim of a meddlesome American, to renounce his glorious
office, to become, as she says, like everybody else. The very day

he found himself able to publish he wholly ceased to produce. This
deprived us, as may easily be imagined, of much of our occupation,

and especially deprived the Mulvilles, whose want of self-support I
never measured till they lost their great inmate. They've no one

to live on now. Adelaide's most frequentreference to their
destitution is embodied in the remark that dear far-away Ruth's

intentions were doubtless good. She and Kent are even yet looking
for another prop, but no one presents a true sphere of usefulness.

They complain that people are self-sufficing. With Saltram the
fine type of the child of adoption was scattered, the grander, the

elder style. They've got their carriage back, but what's an empty
carriage? In short I think we were all happier as well as poorer

before; even including George Gravener, who by the deaths of his
brother and his nephew has lately become Lord Maddock. His wife,

whose fortune clears the property, is criminally dull; he hates
being in the Upper House, and hasn't yet had high office. But what

are these accidents, which I should perhaps apologise for
mentioning, in the light of the great eventual boon promised the

patient by the rate at which The Coxon Fund must be rolling up?
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