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Updated: June 10, 2025
It was then that for the first time he told me the story of Margaret Affleck, a girl in a humble position in life who had engaged his affections some fourteen years before, and from whom he had parted after a few months' acquaintance.
He dreamt that he was in the church for early matins, and that he heard a voice calling 'Father, father! to him, and on looking round saw a poor girl in ragged clothes, and with a pale, exceedingly sad face, and that he had no sooner looked on her than he knew that she was his child, and the child of Margaret Affleck.
She was early, but had scarcely entered the park before Mr. Eden joined her. The pleasure which shone in his eyes when he advanced to greet her made her think that he was the bearer of welcome news; he divined as much, and hastened to undeceive her. "I know that you are anxious to hear the result of my inquiries," he said, "but you must prepare for a disappointment, Miss Affleck."
No doubt, she added a little nervously, Miss Starbrow would like to see and converse with Miss Affleck's future teacher and companion. "Oh, no, not at all!" promptly replied the other, with the habitual curling of the lip. "I came to-day by the merest chance, as everything had been arranged by correspondence, and I am quite satisfied that Miss Affleck will be in good hands." At which Mr.
I see nothing in it except the very eccentric handwriting, and the fact that this Frances Eden girl or woman doesn't put the gist of the matter into a postscript." "You needn't sneer. And you won't read it? Frances Eden is Fan." "Fan your Fan! Fan Affleck! Is she married then?" "No, only changed her name to Eden it was her father's name. Give me the letter back."
It was the gloaming of a long June day when Rob Affleck, the woodman over at Barbrax, having been at New Dalry with a cart of wood, left his horse on the roadside and ran over through Gavin's old short cut, now seldom used, to Janet's cottage with a paper in a yellow wrapper.
"No, Constance, I have a sacred duty to perform, and our respective relations towards Miss Affleck must be made thoroughly clear, once for all." "Why should you wish to make it clear after telling me that you cannot trust me to obey your wishes, or even to speak the truth? Mother, I shall not listen to you any longer!"
"I do hope that we shall meet again some day, and I should be so glad, Miss Affleck, if in future you could think that Mrs. Chance is not your only friend in the world. Whether we are destined to meet or not again, I should so like you to think that I am also your friend." "Thank you, Mr. Eden, I shall be glad to think of you as a friend," she replied with simple frankness.
Miss Churton finished her coffee and rose from the table. "Constance," said her mother, "I think that as it is Friday to-day it might be as well to defer your lessons until Monday, and give Miss Affleck a little time to look about her and get acquainted with her new home."
Will you kindly tell me why you call yourself by your mother's maiden name?" She coloured and hesitated for some moments, and then returned, "I cannot tell you that. If my mother was the Margaret Affleck you advertised for, and something has been left to her, or some relation wishes to trace her, it is too late now. She is dead, and it is nothing to me."
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