BOOK THE THIRD: A LONG LANE
Chapter 11: In the Dark (continued)
'Well! was he insolent to her too?' asked Bradley after a struggle.
'Or did he make a show of being kind to her?'
'He made a show of being most uncommon kind to her,' said
Riderhood. 'By George! now I--'
His flying off at a tangent was indisputably natural. Bradley
looked at him for the reason.
'Now I think of it,' said Mr Riderhood, evasively, for he was
substituting those words for 'Now I see you so jealous,' which was
the phrase really in his mind; 'P'r'aps he went and took me down
wrong, a purpose, on account o' being sweet upon her!'
The baseness of confirming him in this suspicion or pretence of
one (for he could not have really entertained it), was a line's
breadth beyond the mark the schoolmaster had reached. The
baseness of communing and intriguing with the fellow who would
have set that stain upon her, and upon her brother too, was
attained. The line's breadth further, lay beyond. He made no reply,
but walked on with a lowering face.
What he might gain by this acquaintance, he could not work out in
his slow and cumbrous thoughts. The man had an injury against
the object of his hatred, and that was something; though it was less
than he supposed, for there dwelt in the man no such deadly rage
and resentment as burned in his own breast. The man knew her,
and might by a fortunate chance see her, or hear of her; that was
something, as enlisting one pair of eyes and ears the more. The
man was a bad man, and willing enough to be in his pay. That
was something, for his own state and purpose were as bad as bad
could be, and he seemed to derive a vague support from the
possession of a congenial instrument, though it might never be
used.
Suddenly he stood still, and asked Riderhood point-blank if he
knew where she was? Clearly, he did not know. He asked
Riderhood if he would be willing, in case any intelligence of her,
or of Wrayburn as seeking her or associating with her, should fall
in his way, to communicate it if it were paid for? He would be
very willing indeed. He was 'agin 'em both,' he said with an oath,
and for why? 'Cause they had both stood betwixt him and his
getting his living by the sweat of his brow.
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