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Have you any message for Captain Bennydeck?" Randal asked if his friend was then at the hotel. Mrs. Presty smiled significantly. "Not at the hotel, just now." "Where is he?" "Where he is every day, about this time out driving with Catherine and Kitty." It was a relief to Randal in the present state of Catherine's relations toward Bennydeck to return to London without having seen his friend.
"I am his elder brother." Ignorant on his part of the family disgrace, Bennydeck heard that reply with amazement. From his point of view, it was impossible to account for Randal's silence. "Will you think me very inquisitive," Herbert resumed, "if I ask whether my brother approves of your marriage?" There was a change in his tone, as he put that question which warned Bennydeck to be on his guard.
You had a young woman with you." "Your memory is a better one than mine, sir. I fail to remember the circumstance to which you refer." Bennydeck let the matter rest there. Struck by the remarkable appearance of embarrassment in Mrs. "I am afraid I have interrupted a confidential interview," he began; "and I ought perhaps to explain " Mrs.
Presty listened absently; preoccupied by the fear that Herbert would provoke a dangerous disclosure, and by the difficulty of discovering a means of preventing it. She interrupted the Captain. "Excuse me for one moment; I have a word to say to this gentleman." Bennydeck immediately drew back, and Mrs. Presty lowered her voice.
The Captain's social position was all that could be desired; he was evidently in easy pecuniary circumstances; he admired Catherine and Catherine's child. If he only proved to be a single man, Mrs. Presty's prophetic soul, without waiting an instant to reflect, perceived a dazzling future. Captain Bennydeck approached to take leave.
Presty opened the table-drawer, threw it in, and closed the drawer with a bang. Discovering the two ladies, Randal stopped in the doorway, and stared at them in astonishment. "Didn't you expect to see us?" Mrs. Presty inquired. "I heard you were here, from our friend Sarrazin," Randal said; "but I expected to see Captain Bennydeck. Have I mistaken the number? Surely these are his rooms?"
"My dear, your grandmamma has friends with her ladies and gentlemen who don't care to be troubled with a child." Kitty received this information in a very unamiable spirit. "I hate ladies and gentlemen!" she said. "Even Captain Bennydeck?" her mother asked. "No; I like my nice Captain. And I like the waiters. They would take me to the Crystal Palace only they're always busy.
The arrangement which bound her daughter to give Bennydeck his final reply on that day had been well known to her when she left the hotel in the morning. The conclusion at which she arrived, on returning at night, was expressed with Roman brevity and Roman eloquence in four words: "Oh, the poor Captain!" Catherine suddenly looked up. "I knew it," Mrs.
Randal waited a while in London, on the chance that Bennydeck might pay him a visit. During this interval his patience was rewarded in an unexpected manner. He discovered the Captain's address by means of a letter from Catherine, dated "Buck's Hotel, Sydenham." Having gently reproached him for not writing to her or calling on her, she invited him to dinner at the hotel.
Kitty accompanies her father and mother to the Continent, of course. But she insisted on first saying good-by to the dear friend, once the dear governess, whom she loves. Try not to be angry. Try not to tear me up. We found Captain Bennydeck and his pretty secretary enjoying a little rest and refreshment, after a long morning's work for the good of the Home.
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