"It is all known, then?"
"What is all known?"
"That my wife has left me."
"Well, my dear Oswald, there is a rumour of that kind afloat, and I
have come here in consequence of that rumour. But I don't believe
there's a word of truth in it."
The baronet turned from his friend with a bitter smile of derision.
"I may strive to hoodwink the world, Copplestone," he said, "but I have
no wish to deceive you. My wife has left me--there is no doubt of it."
"I don't believe it," cried the captain. "No, Oswald Eversleigh, I
don't believe it. You know what I am. I'm not quite like the Miller of
Dee, for I do care for somebody; and that somebody is my oldest friend.
When I first heard of your marriage, I told you that you were a fool.
That was plain-spoken enough, if you like. When I saw your wife, I
told you that had changed my mind, and that I thought your folly an
excusable one. If ever I saw purity and truth in a woman's face, I saw
them in the face of Lady Eversleigh; and I will stake my life that she
is as true as steel."
Sir Oswald clasped his friend's hand, too deeply moved for words. There
was unspeakable consolation in such friendship as this. For the first
tame since midnight a ray of hope dawned upon him. He had always
trusted in his old comrade's judgment. Might he not trust in him
still?
When Captain Copplestone left him, he went to his dressing-room, and
made even a more than usually careful toilet, and went to face "the
world.
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