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But I won't let you; so just stop it; will you." Something new in Ascott's tone speaking more of the resentful fierceness of the man than the pettishness of the boy frightened his little aunt, and silenced her.
Under what sudden, insane impulse he had acted under what delusion of being able to repay in time; or of Mr. Ascott's not detecting the fraud; or if discovered, of its being discovered after the marriage, when to prosecute his wife's nephew would be a disgrace to himself, could never be known.
Only to escape them not to blind them; she had long ago found out that Elizabeth was too quick-witted for that, especially in any thing that concerned "the family." She felt convinced the girl had heard every syllable that passed at Ascott's lodgings: that she knew all that was to be known, and guessed what was to be feared as well as Hilary herself.
She was leaving by the one train, and when they got back to the house the carriage was waiting for her. "Good-bye, Owen." "Am I not to see you again?" "Yes, you will see me one of these days." "And that was all the promise she could make me," he said, rushing into Lady Ascott's boudoir, disturbing her in the midst of her letters. "So ends a liaison which has lasted for more than ten years.
Ascott's letter Hilary went into the kitchen, and told Elizabeth that as soon as her work was done Miss Leaf wished to have a little talk with her. "Eh! what's wrong? Has Miss Selina been a-grumbling at me?" Elizabeth was in one of her bad humors, which, though of course they never ought to have, servants do have as well as their superiors.
But it's not a senseless shriek; it's a dignified protest. I tell you I've learned to depend on myself, recently at Mrs. Ascott's suggestion. And I'm doing it now by wiring Virginia Suydam to come and fill in the third table. "Now I want you to come back at once. If you don't I'm going to have a serious talk with you, Louis. I've taken Mrs.
"How true that is. At Lady Ascott's ball I was enjoying myself, delighted with the brilliancy of the dresses, the jewellery and the flowers, and in a moment they all passed away; I only saw a little triviality and heard a voice crying within me, 'Why are you here, why are you doing these things? This ball means nothing to you."
Their Ascott, their own boy, was no longer merely idle, extravagant, thoughtless faults bad enough, but capable of being mended as he grew older: he had done that which to the end of his days he could never blot out. He was a swindler and a forger. She clasped her hands tightly together, as one struggling with sharp physical pain, trying to read the expression of Mr. Ascott's face.
Don't you think so, Elizabeth?" And Elizabeth answered as she best could. She too, out of sympathy or instinct, was becoming wondrous wise. But I am aware all this will be thought very uninteresting, except by women and mothers. Let me hasten on. By degrees, as Mrs. Ascott's hour approached, a curious tranquility and even gentleness came over her.
The misery was not only Ascott's arrest; many a lad has got into debt and got out again the first taste of the law proving a warning to him for life; but it was this ominous "beginning of the end." The fatal end which seemed to overhang like a hereditary cloud, to taint as with hereditary disease, the Leaf family. To his honest Scotch nature poverty was nothing; honor every thing.
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