The Chairman
agreed with him, until Colonel Vero said, "I should give him a year." That
shocked him. "It'll take a long time for it to blow over, you know," he
whispered to Fortnaby, who smiled and shrugged. "I don't suppose six will
hurt him. He'll be able to write after a bit." "Ingram will go abroad, you
know," said Mr. Bazalguet. "Did you happen to know the--party?" Fortnaby
looked up quickly. "I? Oh, dear no. But I gather that the less we say the
better. It was not an ordinary servant." Mr. Weir, the third magistrate,
said, "A lady, I hear;" but his colleagues ignored him. Then they all sat
up, and the Clerk sank into the well.
"Clyde," said Mr. Bazalguet, "you will have to go to prison for three
months, with hard labour. I hope this will be a warning to you. I do
indeed."
The prisoner was removed amid murmurs. There was some cheering outside the
court--at which Ingram grimly smiled. But he was very pale, and did not
leave the Sessions house until late in the afternoon. Old Mr. Bazalguet
was very cool with him after court. He grunted when they met in the hall.
"You go abroad?" he asked him. Ingram said, it was probable.
BOOK III
INTERLUDE OF THE RECLUSE PHILOSOPHER
I
A notable difference between the sexes is this: that a man will thrive for
years--that is, his better part--upon love denied, and woman upon love
fulfilled.
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