A Monk of Cruta by E. Phillips Oppenheim

Author:E. Phillips Oppenheim
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Pronoun

CHAPTER XX

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“THE NEW, STRONG WINE OF LOVE”

THE SITUATION, ALTHOUGH IT WAS only a brief one, was for a moment possessed of a singularly dramatic force. The grouping and the colouring in that dimly lit drawing-room were all that an artist could desire, and the facial expressions bordered upon the tragic. Of all men in the world, his brother was the last whom of his own choosing Paul would have wished to see.

There was a brief silence. Arthur, breathless through his hasty entrance, could only stand there upon the threshold, his face white to the lips, and his eyes flashing with passionate anger and dismay. To him the situation was more than painful; it was horrible. To have believed ill of Paul from hearsay would have been impossible; his confidence in his elder brother had been unbounded. He had always looked up to him as the mirror of everything that was honorable and chivalrous. Even now, perhaps there might be some explanation—some partial explanation, at any rate. Paul was standing back amongst the shadows, and his face was only barely visible. Doubtless it was only surprise which held him silent. In a moment he would speak, and explain everything. It was this thought which loosened Arthur’s tongue.

“Paul,” he cried, and stepping forward into the room, “and Adrea! You here, and together! Tell me what it means! I have a right to know. I will know.”

He had determined to be cool, to bear himself like a man, but their silence maddened him. Adrea, it is true, showed no signs of guilt or confusion in her cold, questioning face. But the deceit, if deceit there had been, was not hers. It was Paul who was responsible to him, and it was Paul who should have spoken—Paul, who stood there with a hidden face, a silent, immovable figure.

“Are you stricken dumb?” he cried angrily. “You can see who I am, can’t you, Paul? Speak to me! Tell me whether there is any truth in these stories which are flying about the county, with no one to contradict them.”

What might have been the tragedy of the situation vanished for Paul at the sound of his brother’s words. After all, it was not the just anger of a deceived man with which he was confronted, but the empty scream of a boy’s passion. Arthur’s infatuation had but skimmed the surface of his light nature. He was pricked, not wounded. Yet, though in a sense this realization brought its relief, Paul felt humbled into the dust. He was actually conscious of his own humiliation. So far as a nature such as his could be conventional, he had become so in deference to the opinion of those who looked up to him as the head of a great house, and of whom much was to be expected, both socially and politically. What must become of that opinion now, Arthur’s words too plainly foreshadowed.

He moved forward into the centre of the room, and faced his brother. There was only a small table between them.

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