BOOK THE THIRD: A LONG LANE
Chapter 10: Scouts Out (continued)
'Which looks,' remarked Eugene with much gravity, 'like NOT
knowing me. I hope it may not be my worthy friend Mr Aaron,
for, to tell you the truth, Mortimer, I doubt he may have a
prepossession against me. I strongly suspect him of having had a
hand in spiriting away Lizzie.'
'Everything,' returned Lightwood impatiently, 'seems, by a fatality,
to bring us round to Lizzie. "About town" meant about Lizzie, just
now, Eugene.'
'My solicitor, do you know,' observed Eugene, turning round to the
furniture, 'is a man of infinite discernment!'
'Did it not, Eugene?'
'Yes it did, Mortimer.'
'And yet, Eugene, you know you do not really care for her.'
Eugene Wrayburn rose, and put his hands in his pockets, and stood
with a foot on the fender, indolently rocking his body and looking
at the fire. After a prolonged pause, he replied: 'I don't know that.
I must ask you not to say that, as if we took it for granted.'
'But if you do care for her, so much the more should you leave her
to herself.'
Having again paused as before, Eugene said: 'I don't know that,
either. But tell me. Did you ever see me take so much trouble
about anything, as about this disappearance of hers? I ask, for
information.'
'My dear Eugene, I wish I ever had!'
'Then you have not? Just so. You confirm my own impression.
Does that look as if I cared for her? I ask, for information.'
'I asked YOU for information, Eugene,' said Mortimer
reproachfully.
'Dear boy, I know it, but I can't give it. I thirst for information.
What do I mean? If my taking so much trouble to recover her does
not mean that I care for her, what does it mean? "If Peter Piper
picked a peck of pickled pepper, where's the peck," &c.?'
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