children, and he seems to remember it in spite of all he has gone
through."
"I am frightened to death at him," said Trix. "I know he has a large
cupboard at home with the heads of all the wives he has decapitated
hanging up in a row by the back hair!"
"I wonder at your talking so foolishly, Beatrice. You must not be
prejudiced by what she says, Harry. Except your uncle in Ireland, he
has no other relatives, and he may be very well off; and he is quite
harmless."
"You know that you were afraid of him yourself, mamma, when he first
came."
"A little, perhaps, because I did not recognise him, and thought him
dead. And then, you know, I fear he is not quite orthodox. But go and
see him, Harry, and never mind what any one says."
"All right, mother; you have made me a bit curious, I confess," said
Harry, leaving the room.
The garden in front of Holly Lodge was formal--just a carriage-drive,
and a bit of shrubbery, and a grass-plat with prim beds on it, which had
various flower eruptions at different periods of the year. First
snowdrops, aconites, and crocuses, then tulips, then geraniums. The
real garden was at the back, and the study looked out upon it. Not upon
the lawn, where bowls, or lawn-tennis, or other disturbing proceedings
might be going on; no, from the oriel window, which alone lighted the
room, one saw a fountain, a statue, rose-bushes, and a catalpa tree,
enclosed in a fringe of foliage, syringa, lilac, laurel, chestnut, high and
thick enough to make it as private and quiet as any man with a speech
to prepare, or sums to do, might require. Harry went along a passage,
turned to the left up five steps, passed through a green-baize swing door,
and knocked at that of the study.
A deep musical voice, which seemed, however, to come from a strange
distance, told him to "come in," and on opening the door, he found that
he had to push aside a curtain hanging over it, and which had dulled the
sound of the voice. Smoke wreaths floated about the apartment, bearing
an aromatic odour quite different from ordinary tobacco, and a curious
gurgling sound, like that of water on the boil, only intermittent, came
from the direction of the broad low sofa, which had been brought from
the drawing-room, and was placed between the fire and the window.
Close to this was a small table with writing materials, a note-book, and
a pile of letters ready for the post, upon it.
On the sofa reclined a man dressed in a black frock-coat, buttoned, and
dark trousers, the only Oriental thing about him being the red cap with
a silk tassel which he wore on his head. But smokers often have a fancy
for wearing the fez, so there was nothing peculiar in that. And yet there
was something different from other people about him. Most men
lounging on a sofa are ungainly and awkward-looking, while the
attitude of this one was easy and graceful, and the motion of his hand,
with which he indicated the chair on which he wished his nephew to be
seated, was courteous and yet commanding.
His complexion was sallow, and appeared the darker from the contrast
afforded by the silvery whiteness of his long beard, moustache, and
thick bushy eyebrows, from the deep cavities beneath which his dark
eyes seemed literally to flash. His nose was aquiline, his cheek-bones
prominent. His hands were small, but strong and nervous, with little
flesh upon them, and the fingers were long and shapely.
When Harry was seated he resettled himself on the sofa, and, keeping
his eyes fixed on the lad, placed the amber mouth-piece of a long spiral
tube connected with a narghile which was smouldering on the floor to
his lips, and the gurgling sound was once more produced. But to
Harry's astonishment, no cloud issued from his uncle's mouth; like a
law-abiding factory chimney, he appeared to consume his own smoke.
Then, deliberately removing the amber tube which he held in his hand,
he said--
"And you are my sister's son? I like your looks, and my heart yearns
towards you. Pity that she did not wed with one of her own land, so that
you might not have had the blood of the accursed race in your veins.
But it was the will of the All-Powerful, and what can we avail against
fate?"
What these words meant Harry could not imagine. Were not his parents
of the same land and race? His mother was Irish and his father English,
and he had no more idea of Irish, Scotch, Welsh, or English being of
different races than of the inhabitants of
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