“After his taking no notice of the letter,” thought Jem, as he came into the club, “must I go and insist on forcing them on him? What can have brought them to England? Any idea of finding him, I wonder? I think I’ll run down and mention it casually. Wish I’d never got acquainted with those people. Hallo! why, Hugh—Hugh! What brings you here?”
“I was obliged to come up on business, and I thought I should find you here—sooner or later,” said Hugh, thinking his brother’s excitement unnecessary.
“Of course. Delighted to see you! Do you go back to-night? You’ll have some dinner? Here, waiter!”
While James gave his orders and uttered various inconsecutive remarks he furtively watched his brother, whom he had not seen since they had parted in the general break-up nearly three months before. He thought that Hugh looked aged, and, though he did not appear to be exactly ill or miserable, there was an absence of brightness or comfortableness about him, which Jem hardly thought accounted for by the fact that he was probably cold and hungry.
But Hugh, by word and letter, was imperturbably silent as to the history of those three solitary months, their morbid imaginings, their tortures of self-reproach, their loneliness and dulness, without the cheerful family life to which he was unconsciously accustomed. Hugh began by thinking that he was too miserable to care for anything external, and ended, though he was for from admitting it, by missing the children’s croquet and his mother’s wool-work and all the framework of home life. But he still felt a sort of fierce satisfaction in punishing himself, and would have been ashamed to grasp at the slightest relaxation, even if it had been without the knowledge of those whom he felt himself to have injured.
However, he allowed Jem to exercise his hospitality, which was an improvement on his old housekeeper’s mutton chops; and, in fact, was sufficiently well-occupied not to notice his brother’s unusual silence. At last James said:
“So, mother’s coming home after Christmas?”
“Yes, so she says.”
“I wonder what Arthur will do.”
“I don’t know,” returned Hugh, gravely.