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She was not sure of what Blanche's first impulse might lead her to do. For the first time in her life, Blanche left her hand willingly in her step-mother's grasp. The door opened, and they came in. Sir Patrick Lundie entered first, with Anne Silvester on his arm. Arnold Brinkworth followed them. Both Sir Patrick and Anne bowed in silence to the persons assembled.
"I can't say it, with Arnold Brinkworth in the same house with her!" Write it? As she reconsidered the word, a sudden idea struck her. She opened the bedroom door, and led the way back into the sitting-room. "Gone again!" exclaimed Blanche, looking uneasily round the empty room. "Anne! there's something so strange in all this, that I neither can, nor will, put up with your silence any longer.
In the mean time I shall be most likely away to-morrow morning before you are up." Anne held out her hand to take leave. Nothing could undo what had been done. The time for warning and remonstrance had passed away. "You have not befriended an ungrateful woman," she said. "The day may yet come, Mr. Brinkworth, when I shall prove it." "I hope not, Miss Silvester. Good-by, and good luck!"
"If Geoffrey doesn't get me out of this,," he thought, "I shall have no choice but to leave Windygates to-morrow." As he replaced the book on the shelf, Lady Lundie entered the library from the garden. "What are you doing here?" she said to her step-daughter. "Improving my mind," replied Blanche. "Mr. Brinkworth and I have been reading Milton."
I do swear!" chimed in Fifi herself, almost hysterical with fright. "I know nossing nossing!" "That is true," said Cleek quietly. "There is not any question of Mademoiselle Fifi's complete innocence of any connection with this murder." "Then her husband?" ventured Captain Crawford agitatedly. "Surely you have heard what Mrs. Brinkworth has said about seeing him in town to-day?"
Why, that nipper, being the heir in the direct line, is Lord Stavornell now that the uncle is dead! A lucky stroke for him, by Jupiter!" "Yes," agreed Cleek. "Lucky for him; lucky for Lady Stavornell; lucky for Captain Crawford; and unlucky for the Hon. Mrs. Brinkworth and Mademoiselle Fifi de Lesparre. So, of course Sydenham at last. Good-bye for a little time, Mr. Narkom.
Have you heard nothing about Mr. Brinkworth except what you have just told me?" "Nothing." There was a pause. Mrs. Glenarm toyed hesitatingly with her parasol. Lady Lundie leaned forward in the bed, and looked at her attentively. "What have you heard about him?" she asked. Mrs. Glenarm was embarrassed. "It's so difficult to say," she began. "I can bear any thing but suspense," said Lady Lundie.
She sat nervously twisting her handkerchief in her lap, and made no answer. "Don't suppose I object to this little stratagem," Arnold went on. "I am serving my old friend, and I am helping the lady who is soon to be his wife." Anne rose abruptly to her feet, and amazed him by a very unexpected question. "Mr. Brinkworth," she said, "forgive me the rudeness of something I am about to say to you.
"DEAR SIR PATRICK, If you had honored me with your confidence, I should have been happy to consult you before I interfered to rescue Blanche from the position in which Mr. Brinkworth has placed her. As it is, your late brother's child is under my protection at my house in London. If you attempt to exercise your authority, it must be by main force I will submit to nothing less. If Mr.
Moy's modesty proving to be quite immovable, Sir Patrick ended it by opening the proceedings. "I am here," he said, "to act on behalf of my friend, Mr. Arnold Brinkworth. I beg to present him to you, Mr. Moy as the husband of my niece to whom he was lawfully married on the seventh of September last, at the Church of Saint Margaret, in the parish of Hawley, Kent.
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