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I confess I was too deeply wounded by her conduct though I did lay all the blame of it on Nugent to care to say a word in my own defence. This letter sealed, I wrote next to Lucilla's aunt. It was not an easy matter to address Miss Batchford. The contempt with which she regarded Mr.
Grosse to his senses, inform him that I will receive his apologies and explanations in writing." Pronouncing these lofty words with her severest emphasis, Miss Batchford rose another inch, and sailed majestically out of the room. Grosse took no notice of the offended lady: he only put his hands in his pockets, and looked out of window once more.
He, Miss Batchford, and Grosse, had all, in their various ways, done their best to trace the fugitives and had all alike been baffled by the impossibility of discovering the residence of the lady mentioned in Nugent's letter. My telegram, announcing my return to England with Oscar, had inspired them with their first hope of being able to interfere, and stop the marriage before it was too late.
Of course, I knew it must be something from another world, but it was not till I turned up Popple's chapter on local traditions that I realised what I had seen." She turned eagerly to the large brown volume and read: "'Nicholas Herison, an old miser, was hung at Batchford in 1763 for the murder of a farm lad who had accidentally discovered his secret hoard.
What daunted Nugent Dubourg, when he first found himself in the old lady's presence, was the fear of discovery. He would no doubt have learnt from his brother that Oscar and Miss Batchford had never met. You will see, if you look back, that it was, in the nature of things, impossible they should have met.
My aunt was the first person who spoke, under these discouraging circumstances. "Mr. Grosse!" she said sharply. "Have you nothing to tell me about your patient to-day? Do you find Lucilla " He turned suddenly round from the window, and interrupted Miss Batchford without the slightest ceremony.
But is it equally clear that Nugent could find out beforehand that Miss Batchford had been left in ignorance of what had happened at Dimchurch? He could do nothing of the sort he could feel no assurance of his security from exposure, until he had tried the ground in his own proper person first. The risk here was certainly serious enough to make even Nugent Dubourg feel uneasy.
Bachelor uncle Batchford, and his old maiden sister, both conceived the strongest affection for the child. "Our niece Lucilla," they said, "has justified our fondest hopes she is a Batchford, not a Finch!" "Wait a bit, and money will come of it," was all he said. Truly money was wanted! with fruitful Mrs. Finch." Lucilla grew up from childhood to womanhood.
As for me, I was admitted at Lucilla's intercession. She declined to be separated from me for three months. Miss Batchford wrote, most politely, to offer me a hospitable welcome during the day. She had no second spare-room at her disposal so we settled that I was to sleep at a lodging-house in the neighborhood.
It was impossible for me to decide this, unless I first knew whether Miss Batchford, as a member of the family, was to be confidentially informed of the sad position in which Oscar and Lucilla now stood towards each other. The person to consult in this difficulty was the rector. As head of the household, and in my absence, the responsibility evidently rested with Reverend Finch.
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