She remembered it deserted and tenantless, the
faded finery of the furniture growing dimmer and duller year by year. She
had come here in an exploring mood sometimes when she was quite a child,
but she never remembered the room having been put to any use; and as she
had grown older it had come to have a haunted air, and she had touched the
inanimate things with a sense of awe, wondering what her mother's life had
been like in that room--trying to conjure up the living image of a lovely
face, which was familiar to her from more than one picture in her father's
possession.
She knew more about her mother's life now; knew that there had been a
blight upon it, of which a bad unscrupulous man had been the cause. And
that man was the father of George Fairfax.
"Papa had reason to fear the son, having suffered so bitterly from the
influence of the father," she said to herself; and then the face that she
had first seen in the railway carriage shone before her once more, and her
thoughts drifted away from Arden Court.
She remembered that promise which George Fairfax had made her--the promise
that he would try and find out something about her brother Austin.
He had talked of hunting up a man who had been a close friend of the absent
wanderer's; but it seemed as if he had made no effort to keep his word.
After that angry farewell in the orchard, Clarissa could, of course, expect
no favour from him; but he might have done something before that.
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