And
I'm going to."
A look of sharp determination came into the minister's
eyes; he had the momentary air of a small Scotch terrier
with a bidding. Finlay looked at him in startled recognition
of another possible phase of his dilemma; he thought he
knew it in every wretched aspect. It was a bold reference
of Dr Drummond's; it threw down the last possibility of
withdrawal for Finlay; they must have it out now, man to
man, with a little, perhaps, even in that unlikely place,
of penitent to confessor. It was an exigency, it helped
Finlay to pull himself together, and there was something
in his voice, when he spoke, like the vibration of relief.
"I am pained and distressed more than I have any way of
telling you, sir," he said, "that--the state of
feeling--between Miss Murchison and myself should have
been so plain to you. It is incomprehensible to me that
it should be so, since it is only very lately that I have
understood it truly myself. I hope you will believe that
it was the strangest, most unexpected, most sudden
revelation."
He paused and looked timidly at the Doctor; he, the great
fellow, in straining bondage to his heart, leaning forward
with embarrassed tension in every muscle, Dr Drummond
alert, poised, critical, balancing his little figure on
the hearthrug.
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