, while I was still several yards away, showed
unmistakably that he knew who I was and that he was anything but glad
to see me.
"Mr. Forrester?" I asked.
He grew purple to the line of his thick white hair. "It is, Mr.
Blacklock," said he. "I have the honor to wish you good-day, sir." And
with that he turned his back on me.
"I have come to ask a favor of you, sir," said I, as polite to that
hostile back as if I had been addressing a cordial face. And I waited.
He wheeled round, looked at me from head to foot. I withstood the
inspection calmly; when it was ended I noted that in spite of himself
he was somewhat relaxed from the opinion of me he had formed upon what
he had heard and read. But he said: "I do not know you, sir, and I do
not wish to know you."
"You have made me painfully aware of that," replied I. "But I have
learned not to take snap judgments too seriously. I never go to a man
unless I have something to say to him, and I never leave until I have
said it."
"I perceive, sir," retorted he, "you have the thick skin necessary to
living up to that rule." And the twinkle in his eyes betrayed the man
who delights to exercise a real or imaginary talent for caustic wit.
Such men are like nettles--dangerous only to the timid touch.
"On the contrary," replied I, easy in mind now, though I did not anger
him by showing it, "I am most sensitive to insults--insults to myself.
But you are not insulting _me_. You are insulting a purely imaginary,
hearsay person who is, I venture to assure you, utterly unlike me, and
who doubtless deserves to be insulted."
His purple had now faded. In a far different tone he said: "If your
business in any way relates to the family into which you have married,
I do not wish to hear it. Spare my patience and your time, sir."
"It does not," was my answer. "It relates to my own family--to my wife
and myself. As you may have heard, she is no longer a member of the
Ellersly family. And I have come to you chiefly because I happen to
know your sentiment toward the Ellerslys."
"I have no sentiment toward them, sir," he exclaimed. "They are
non-existent, sir--non-existent! Your wife's mother ceased to be a
Forrester when she married that scoundrel. Your wife is still less a
Forrester."
"True," said I. "She is a Blacklock."
He winced, and it reminded me of the night of my marriage and Anita's
expression when the preacher called her by her new name. But I held
his gaze, and we l
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