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When Lady Agnes's imagination rested upon the future of her second son she liked to remember that Mr. Carteret had nothing to "keep up": the inference seemed so direct that he would keep up Nick.
"William will at times hearken to an old comrade," he said; "but it is an ill time to take him when he is hot upon the chase. Meantime, thou art scarce yet fit to ride, and needest more of good Agnes's leech-craft."
It was all right till I got to the first floor the floor where grandmamma's and Cousin Agnes's rooms were. Then, as ill luck would have it just from taking extra care, I suppose somehow or other I lost my footing and down I went, a regular good bumping roll from top to bottom of one flight of stairs, books, and slate, and glass ink-bottle all clattering after me!
Generally she was not a welcome guest. On this occasion Agnes had welcomed her, and so Rickie thought had made her promise not to tell him something that she knew. The ladies had talked mysteriously. "Mr. Silt would be one with you there," said Mrs. Silt. Could there be any connection between the two visits? Agnes's letters told him nothing: they never did.
"She will know me," replied Agnes; "I am certain she will know me;" and the delightful girl spoke with an energy that was baaed upon the confidence of that love which subsisted between them. Maria and her brother both burst into tears; but Agnes's affection rose above the mood of ordinary grief.
"There, now, we will go and see about Miss Agnes's dinner," she added, glad to divert his thoughts. "Miss Agnes has not come, Martha?" she inquired. "No, ma'am. I have been watching for her. She will be awful hot, I think." "You are Miss Agnes's little girl, and I am Miss Ruth's little boy, aren't we?" asked the child. "I am Miss Ruth's, too," said Martha, decidedly.
Lady Helen turned at Agnes's exclamation, but before she could speak, as it seemed, Mr. Flaxman, who had been standing talking just below them, was on the stairs. 'You have hurt your arm? Don't speak take mine. Let me get you downstairs out of the crush.
I felt that silence would be the best palliative for my wounds; and so discouraged was I of being able to change Aunt Agnes's opinion, I thought it a waste of breath at the moment even to mention Mrs. Marsh as my authority for the statement that Miss Kingsley had a tender feeling for Mr. Spence.
Never again, for instance, would Teresa's cook give her notice, as Agnes's cook had given her notice that morning. It was about that matter she wished to see Father Ferguson, for it was through the priest she had heard of the impertinent Irish girl who cooked so well, but who had such an independent manner, and who would not wear a cap!
Agnes looked at him with troubled eyes. "She was very dear to my heart," the priest went on. "She was always a generous, unselfish child, and she was very, very fond of you, Agnes." Agnes's throat tightened. What Father Ferguson said was only too true. Teresa had always been a very generous and unselfish girl, and very, very fond of her.
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