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Her face was hidden, but he bent down, and drawing away her hands for a moment, kissed her with something more than a brother's warmth, pressed Mrs. Costello's hand, and hurried away. Lucia listened intently as the sound of his footsteps, and of the gate as he passed through it, died away.
"I suppose you have not yet had time to call on Maurice Leigh? I can take you there now if you like. I often go to see old Mr. Leigh." "Thank you. I saw young Leigh just now at William's office." "I am going to the Cottage then, that is, Mrs. Costello's."
"Will you say to him then, please, that I have lived there many years and should be very pleased to have a chat with him about it. I might be able to give him news." Madame Everaert was delighted. She went away quite satisfied to find Father Paul at the very earliest opportunity, and to deliver to him with empressement Mrs. Costello's invitation. Lucia, meanwhile, took her usual walk.
Costello's health seemed steadily, though slowly improving; she had now no anxiety, except that one shadowy doubt of Lucia's decision with regard to Maurice, and that she was glad to leave for the present in uncertainty. She felt no hesitation in letting the two young people go where they would together; they had always been like brother and sister, and, at the worst, they would still be that.
As you know, my visits to the Museum are, in a sense, a secret. I keep my private and my professional life apart, as it were. Forgive me, but please, please, don't speak loudly! I do not wish it known; for they think that I they do not know that I have " Von Barwig was about to say, "fallen so low," but he did not wish to hurt the amiable Costello's feelings; so he paused.
"And now," Lucia asked, "do you know where he is?" "No. But I have been warned that he is seeking for us. They say that we have more reason than ever to fear him, and that he is looking for us in this part of the province." Mrs. Costello's voice sunk almost to a whisper. She seemed to fancy that the man she had so long escaped might be close at hand, and Lucia caught the infection of her terror.
Leigh was actually in better health than he had been for years, and would not himself listen to a word on the subject. Just before the visitors left, Maurice found an opportunity of asking Mrs. Bellairs one of his "thousand questions." "Mr. Strafford, of Moose Island, was Mrs. Costello's great adviser, does not he know?" "No; I wrote to him, and got his answer this morning.
The night was brilliantly clear and starlight, though there was no moon, and already the lights of the small American town of Claremont, where they were to land, were in sight, with their bright reflection shining in the river below them. To the left a large dark mass seemed to lie upon the water, and to that Mrs. Costello's eyes turned. "There is the island," she said in a low voice.
He had read lately the description of a brutal, half-imbecile savage, who had committed a peculiarly frightful and revolting murder, and he was told to recognize in this wretch the father of his darling. But it was just this which saved him. He would believe that Christian was Mrs. Costello's husband and Lucia's father, because Mrs.
She fancied this, though just then two or three drops fell heavily from her eyes, and one rested for a moment on the very diamonds themselves. Mrs. Costello's note was longer than Lucia's, and she read it twice over, before she was sure that she comprehended it. Then she called sharply "Lucia!"
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