CHAPTER XLI
_MY COUSIN DUDLEY_
Greatly to my satisfaction, this engaging person did not appear again that
day. But next day Milly told me that my uncle had taken him to task for the
neglect with which he was treating us.
'He did pitch into him, sharp and short, and not a word from him, only
sulky like; and I so frightened, I durst not look up almost; and they said
a lot I could not make head or tail of; and Governor ordered me out o' the
room, and glad I was to go; and so they had it out between them.'
Milly could throw no light whatsoever upon the adventures at Church
Scarsdale and Knowl; and I was left still in doubt, which sometimes
oscillated one way and sometimes another. But, on the whole, I could
not shake off the misgivings which constantly recurred and pointed very
obstinately to Dudley as the hero of those odious scenes.
Oddly enough, though, I now felt far less confident upon the point than I
did at first sight. I had begun to distrust my memory, and to suspect my
fancy; but of this there could be no question, that between the person so
unpleasantly linked in my remembrance with those scenes, and Dudley Ruthyn,
a striking, though possibly only a general resemblance did exist.
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