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Cytherea, after letting down Miss Aldclyffe's hair, adopted some plan with it to which the lady had not been accustomed. A rapid revulsion to irritation ensued. The maiden's mere touch seemed to discharge the pent-up regret of the lady as if she had been a jar of electricity. 'How strangely you treat my hair! she exclaimed. A silence.
Graye, the first thing.... I was going to say that if you have really done tea, I will take you upstairs, and show you through the wardrobes Miss Aldclyffe's things are not laid out for to-night yet.
She hazarded a question: 'Would it be desirable for Owen to answer it? 'Not at all, said Miss Aldclyffe peremptorily. A flat answer of this kind had ceased to alarm Cytherea. Miss Aldclyffe's blunt mood was not her worst. Cytherea thought of another man, whose name, in spite of resolves, tears, renunciations and injured pride, lingered in her ears like an old familiar strain.
'Somebody in the gaol, then? 'Yes, one of the prisoners, said a boy, scudding by at the moment, who passed on whistling. 'Do you know the name of the man who is dead? inquired Baker of a third bystander. 'Yes, 'tis all over town surely you know, Mr. Springrove? Why, Manston, Miss Aldclyffe's steward. He was found dead the first thing this morning.
Whatever had occurred, it did not seem to be her duty to inquire or meddle with it, stranger and dependent as she was, unless she were requested to, especially after Miss Aldclyffe's strict charge to her. She sat down again, determined to let no idle curiosity influence her movements.
'Do you still wish to go? said Miss Aldclyffe anxiously. 'I don't want to go now, Cytherea had remarked simultaneously with the other's question. She was pondering on the strange likeness which Miss Aldclyffe's bereavement bore to her own; it had the appearance of being still another call to her not to forsake this woman so linked to her life, for the sake of any trivial vexation.
But very singularly the other branch of the family died out one by one three of them, and Miss Aldclyffe's great-uncle then left all his property, including this estate, to Captain Bradleigh and his wife Miss Aldclyffe's father and mother on condition that they took the old family name as well. There's all about it in the "Landed Gentry." 'Tis a thing very often done. 'O, I see. Thank you.
The vehicle came nearer, and arrived opposite Owen's door, when the driver pulled the rein and gave a shout, and the panting and sweating horses stopped. 'Miss Aldclyffe's carriage! they all exclaimed. Owen went out. 'Is Miss Graye at home? said the man. 'A note for her, and I am to wait for an answer. Cytherea read in the handwriting of the Rector of Carriford:
He had seen but little of the pair, and yet he could not reconcile what he had noticed in Miss Aldclyffe's behaviour with the idea that it was the bearing of a woman towards her lover. 'Well, your experience of the fiery phenomenon is more recent than mine, rejoined Nyttleton carelessly. 'And you may remember the nature of it best.
She looked inquiringly at the two letters one in Miss Aldclyffe's hand, the other in Mr. Nyttleton's. 'What is the name of your man? said Miss Aldclyffe. 'His name said the lawyer, looking down the page; 'what is his name? it is Edward Springrove. Miss Aldclyffe glanced towards Cytherea, who was getting red and pale by turns. She looked imploringly at Miss Aldclyffe.
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