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'I did not choose to visit at his house. 'Was that before the dreadful occurrence at Bartram-Haugh? 'Yes before, dear. He was not a reformed rake, but only a ruined one then. Austin was very good to him. Mr. Danvers says it is quite unaccountable how Silas can have made away with the immense sums he got from his brother from time to time without benefiting himself in the least.
Without saying a word, Cousin Monica accompanied me to the school-room, and on entering she shut the door, not with a spirited clang, but quietly and determinedly. 'Well, dear, she said, with the same pale, excited countenance, 'that certainly is a sensible and charitable arrangement. I could not have believed it possible, had I not heard it with my ears. 'About my going to Bartram-Haugh?
I will issue my orders to-morrow morning, and he will never more, during his brief stay in England, gain admission to Bartram-Haugh. Good-night, my good niece; I thank you.
There was comfort, however, in this that the separation would not be for long; I felt confident of that; and I was about to join Milly, whom I loved better than I could have believed before our separation; but whatsoever the conditions might be, it was an indescribable relief to have done with Bartram-Haugh, and leave behind me its sinister lines of circumvallation, its haunted recesses, and the awful spectres that had lately appeared within its walls.
The gamekeeper remained in office, and some out-door servants. But the rest were to go, except Mary Quince, who was to accompany me to Bartram-Haugh as my maid. 'Don't part with Quince, said Lady Knollys, peremptorily 'they'll want you, but don't. She kept harping on this point, and recurred to it half a dozen times every day.
Bartram-Haugh is nearly sixty miles from here, and only twenty of that by rail, I find. Forty miles of posting over those Derbyshire mountains is slow work; but if you say try, I'll see him to-morrow morning. 'You must say try you must, my dear Maud. 'But how can I decide in a moment? Oh, dear Cousin Monica, I am so distracted! 'But you need not decide at all; the decision rests with him.
I lifted my head and listened to the storm, dying away in the distance sometimes sometimes swelling and pealing around and above us and through the dark and solitude my thoughts sped away to Bartram-Haugh and Uncle Silas. 'This letter, I said at last, 'makes me feel differently. I think he is a stern old man is he? 'It is twenty years, now, since I saw him, answered Lady Knollys.
So soon as I had got some of my things on, I said 'Is there a pretty view from the window? 'No, said Madame. I looked out and saw a dreary quadrangle of cut stone, in one side of which my window was placed. As I looked a dream rose up before me. 'This hotel, I said, in a puzzled way. 'Is it a hotel? Why this is just like it is the inner court of Bartram-Haugh!
I made him my adieux, such as they were, this evening; and never more shall he enter the walls of Bartram-Haugh while we two live. Uncle Silas replaced the papers which had ostensibly interested him so much, and returned.
After that he allowed him five hundred a year, and the use of his estate of Bartram-Haugh. Then Mr. Charke, a gentleman of the turf, who was staying with my uncle for Doncaster Races, was found dead in his room he had committed suicide by cutting his throat. And Uncle Silas was suspected of having killed him. This wretched Mr.
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