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"I promise you, Nora; but only because the time draws so very near when you will be acknowledged without any interference on my part." "And now, dear sister, about you and Reuben. Have you told him of Mr. Brudenell's offer?" "Yes, dear." "And he will accept it?" "Yes." "And when shall you be married?" "The very day that you shall be settled in your new home, dear. We both thought that best.
Brudenell's housekeeper; but she abhorred the very idea of carrying it there, or of asking for more work. Nora had been ignominiously turned from the house, cruelly driven out into the midnight storm; that had partly caused her death.
Brudenell's face flushed as she became conscious of having made a blunder a thing she abhorred, so she hastened to say: "Oh, of course, my dear, I know, after the European courts, our republican capital must seem an anti-climax! Still, it is the best thing I can offer you, and I counsel you to accept it."
Doctor Brudenell's first rapid glance about him as he recovered his balance assured him that pursuit would be futile. The man had darted off down a narrow turning which had led into a maze of streets. Already his rapid footsteps had ceased to echo on the pavement; he was lost by this time in the busy restless throng of Saturday night foot-passengers.
Not a word was said upon the subject of Herman Brudenell's morning visit. Hannah forebore to allude to it from pity; Nora from modesty. Hannah sat down to rest, and Nora got up to prepare their simple afternoon meal. For these sisters, like many poor women, took but two meals a day.
"Compose yourself, dear sir; compose yourself with the reflection that it is only a loving woman you are about to meet; a woman who loves you constantly and will welcome you with delight. Remain here until I go in and announce your visit; then I will return for you," he said, pressing Mr. Brudenell's hand as he left the carriage. The professor opened the door for Mr. Worth.
Brudenell's solicitors, and then proceeded to New York, whence, at the end of the same week, she sailed for Liverpool.
The evening passed much as usual; but the next morning, as the sisters were at work, Hannah putting the warp for Mrs. Brudenell's new web of cloth in the loom, and Nora spinning, the elder noticed that the younger often paused in her work and glanced uneasily from the window. Ah, too well Hannah understood the meaning of those involuntary glances.
At all events, it was not until the instant in which he read the viscount's signature in the register that he discovered the family name of Lord Vincent and the disreputable name of Eleanor Brudenell's unprincipled lover to be the same. But this was no time for brooding over the subject.
Time has effaced many things from Doctor Brudenell's memory, but it can never blot out his mental picture of that night the drive through the silent street to the distant railway-station, from which a train could be taken to carry them to the sea, the waiting through the dragging hours until the tardy dawn broke, the fear, the stealth, the suspicion, the watching, the rapid flight through the early morning, that ended only when the blue water so cruelly bright, untroubled, and tranquil it looked! was audible and visible.
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