Could it be about my evidence as to the arrival of the mysterious chaise
that he summoned me to this interview? Gentle as were his ways, there was
something undefinable about Uncle Silas which inspired fear; and I should
have liked few things less than meeting his gaze in the character of a
culprit.
There was an uncertainty, too, as to the state in which I might find him,
and a positive horror of beholding him again in the condition in which I
had last seen him.
I entered the room, then, in some trepidation, but was instantly relieved.
Uncle Silas was in the same health apparently, and, as nearly as I could
recollect it, in precisely the same rather handsome though negligent garb
in which I had first seen him.
Doctor Bryerly--what a marked and vulgar contrast, and yet, somehow, how
reassuring!--sat at the table near him, and was tying up papers. His eyes
watched me, I thought, with an anxious scrutiny as I approached; and I
think it was not until I had saluted him that he recollected suddenly that
he had not seen me before at Bartram, and stood up and greeted me in his
usual abrupt and somewhat familiar way.
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