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Agnes announced to her father, on his weary return from City. It was one of Agnes's exemplary habits to refuse all invitations which could prevent her being at home to welcome her father every afternoon, and assist him to tea and scones, accompanied by a minute resume of the bad news of the day.
"Did you put a hedgehog into Agnes's bed?" "Certainly not," said Lucy. "Well, some one did as a trick, and the child isn't there." "The child isn't there? There's only one person who could do that sort of thing, and that is yourself, as you know very well," said Lucy. "But is the child nowhere in the room?" "You come and look for her, will you?" said Irene.
She gave her all Agnes's clothes, and began to treat her much more like a daughter.
"We could send for you," said Peggy, turning to Tilly. Tilly looked startled. "Have you friends out there?" asked Agnes, with an impertinent stare at Peggy. "Yes," answered Peggy, curtly, meeting Agnes's stare with a look of sudden haughtiness. Tilly turned hot and cold, but through all her perturbation was one feeling of satisfaction.
It was by the side of this glimmering fire that Rebecca and her sisters told the story of poor Agnes's fate, and of the thorn it had for ever planted in William's bosom of his reported sleepless, perturbed nights; and his gloomy, or half-distracted days; when in the fullness of remorse, he has complained "of a guilty conscience! of the weariness attached to a continued prosperity! the misery of wanting an object of affection."
Tildy belonged to the lodging-house sort of girl. What she could have to do with one of Agnes's young ladies puzzled that young person considerably. It was the rule, however, at Aylmer House that no one, however poor or humble, should be treated with rudeness, and certainly a person bringing a message to one of the young ladies was entitled to respect.
The firmness of his voice and the dignity of his bearing had a slight effect on Irene. Rosamund began to talk rapidly to her on different subjects, and by and by the meal came to an end. That evening nothing very extraordinary occurred; but Irene, without waiting for any one, rushed down to the room and seized little Agnes's hand. "Come, Agnes," she said, "it is time for you to go to bed."
I made a mental interrogation point, but I did not dare to give utterance to the heresy lest I should seem to be carrying out Aunt Agnes's insinuation that I would next accuse Mr. Spence of flirting with me. I replied with as much quietness as I could at the moment command, "I can only repeat what I have already said. Miss Kingsley has slandered me, whether intentionally or not I do not know.
Even at the last, when Agnes spoke so scornfully of the little yellow dog, the girl seemed to be more amused than annoyed; and she quite understood Miss Agnes's unfinished sentence, too, and Dora's little device to make it unfinished. It was then only that she saw that her attempts to inform the party of her near neighborhood had been unsuccessful.
"If I could only think it some of that ill-natured woman's gossip, I would not care," he said, half aloud, "for the mind that could indite such an epistle as Ella received, containing the account of Agnes's supposed death, would be capable of anything, but, alas, I fear it is too true. 'Her heart it is another's, and It never can be mine. Yes, she appears reserved, almost cold with me.
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