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Eight names were printed in the report as belonging to Miss Aldclyffe's list, with the amount of subscription-money attached to each. 'I will collect the first four, whilst you do the same with the last four, said Miss Aldclyffe. The names of two tradespeople stood first in Cytherea's share: then came a Miss Hinton: last of all in the printed list was Mr. Springrove the elder.
What could be those troubles to which he had alluded? Perhaps Miss Aldclyffe was at the bottom of them. Sad at heart she paced on: her life was bewildering her. On coming into Miss Aldclyffe's presence Cytherea told her of the incident, not without a fear that she would burst into one of her ungovernable fits of temper at learning Cytherea's slight departure from the programme.
She was only eighteen, and the long day's labour, her weariness, her excitement, had completely unnerved her, and worn her out: she was bent hither and thither by this tyrannical working upon her imagination, as a young rush in the wind. She wept bitterly. 'And now think how much I like you, resumed Miss Aldclyffe, when Cytherea grew calmer.
Miss Aldclyffe told me that you wanted to hear no more of me proved it to me! said Edward. 'Never! she couldn't. 'She did, Cytherea. And she sent me a letter a love-letter, you wrote to Mr. Manston. 'A love-letter I wrote? 'Yes, a love-letter you could not meet him just then, you said you were sorry, but the emotion you had felt with him made you forgetful of realities.
She came over here on some theatrical speculation, as one of a company who were going to do much, but who never did anything; and here she has remained. A pause ensued, which was terminated by Miss Aldclyffe. 'I understand, she said. 'As to that, madam, he interrupted, rather hotly, 'as to coming here, I am vexed as much as you.
Miss Aldclyffe uttered an exclamation of astonishment; the confession was like a blow in its suddenness. She began to reproach him bitterly, and with tears. 'How could you overthrow my plans, disgrace the only girl I ever had any respect for, by such inexplicable doings!... That woman must leave this place the country perhaps. Heavens! the truth will leak out in a day or two!
But even the frigidity of Miss Aldclyffe's morning mood was overcome by the look of sick and blank despair which the carelessly uttered words had produced upon Cytherea's face. She sank back into a chair, and buried her face in her hands. 'Don't be so foolish, said Miss Aldclyffe. 'Come, make the best of it. I cannot upset the fact I have told you of, unfortunately.
Miss Aldclyffe at once said that Cytherea might go, and offered to do anything to assist her which lay in her power. Cytherea's eyes beamed gratitude as she turned to leave the room, and hasten to the station. 'O, Cytherea, said Miss Aldclyffe, calling her back; 'just one word. Has Mr. Manston spoken to you lately? 'Yes, said Cytherea, blushing timorously. 'He proposed? 'Yes.
They shook their heads. A year? I said. Not so long, they said. Six months? I inquired. They would not, or could not, tell me. But never mind. 'Run down, when you have half a day to spare, for the hours drag on so drearily. O Cytherea, you can't think how drearily! She went. Immediately on her departure Miss Aldclyffe sent a note to the Old House, to Manston.
The bag was brought upstairs each morning to her dressing-room, where she took out the contents, mostly in the presence of her maid and Cytherea, who had the entree of the chamber at all hours, and attended there in the morning at a kind of reception on a small scale, which was held by Miss Aldclyffe of her namesake only.
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