He moved uneasily, changed his position.
"Does he know?" Eglington questioned again quietly. There was no need for
Eglington to explain who he was.
"Of course he does not know--I said so. If he knew, do you think he'd be
in Egypt and you here, my lord?"
Eglington was very quiet. His intellect more than his passions were now
at work.
"I am not sure. You never can tell. This might not mean much to him. He
has got his work cut out; he wasn't brought up to this. What he has done
is in line with the life he has lived as a pious Quaker. What good would
it do to bring him back? I have been brought up to it; I am used to it; I
have worked things out 'according to the state of life to which I was
called.' Take what I've always had away from me, and I am crippled; give
him what he never had, and it doesn't work into his scheme. It would do
him no good and me harm--Where's the use? Besides, I am still my father's
son. Don't you see how unreasonable you are? Luke Claridge was right. He
knew that he and his belonged to a different sphere.
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