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I was surprised at the good humour with which Master Simon bore his contradictions, till he explained the matter to me afterwards. Old Christy is the most ancient servant in the place, having lived among dogs and horses the greater part of a century, and been in the service of Mr. Bracebridge's father.
"There couldn't be any objection to that, could there?" "Not if they didn't find out," she said, her eyes opening in amazement. "But if they should!" "They won't," he replied calmly. "They're not watching Mrs. Bracebridge's affairs. Plenty of mistresses take their maids on long trips. Why not simply tell them you're invited to go have to go and then go?" "Do you think I could?" she inquired.
He thought it was Bracebridge's voice; so it was. He was up to them in an instant. Now, Bracebridge, by his father's advice, never went out on any expedition without a supply of stout twine.
Bracebridge's death had, of course, a great effect on Lancelot's spirit. Not in the way of warning, though such events seldom act in that way, on the highest as well as on the lowest minds.
He could ask, but he could not answer; he knew absolutely nothing. Curiously, now, as he thought, his first meeting with Jennie at Mrs. Bracebridge's came back to him. What was it about her then that had attracted him? What made him think, after a few hours' observation, that he could seduce her to do his will? What was it moral looseness, or weakness, or what?
On this second visit she had various opportunities of seeing him, at breakfast, where she sometimes served, at dinner, when she could see the guests at the table from the parlor or sitting-room, and at odd times when he came to Mrs. Bracebridge's boudoir to talk things over. They were very friendly. "Why don't you settle down, Lester, and get married?"
Lancelot tore the letter into a hundred pieces, and swallowed them, for every foot in the house was on the stairs. So there was terror, and confusion, and running in and out: but there were no wet eyes there except those of Bracebridge's groom, who threw himself on the body, and would not stir.
Bracebridge's father, who was much beloved throughout the neighbourhood; though there are not wanting some obstinate unbelievers, who insisted that it was nothing but the howling of a watch-dog.
To his disgust and disappointment, it only occurred in one of those miserable cases, now of weekly occurrence, of concealing the birth of a child. He was turning from it, when he saw Bracebridge's name. Another look sufficed to show him that he ought to go at once to the colonel, who had returned the day before from Norway.
Then maybe I could send her somewhere." "She might," assented her mother; "but don't you think it would be better to tell him now? He won't think any the worse of you." "It isn't that. It's her," said Jennie passionately. "I don't want her to be brought into it." Her mother shook her head. "Where did you meet him?" she inquired. "At Mrs. Bracebridge's." "How long ago?"
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