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"The letter! the letter, girl! give me the letter!" she gasped in eager tones. Phoebe picked it up from the carpet, upon which it had fallen, and handed it to her mistress. Berenice, with trembling fingers, broke the seal and read the letter. It was from Herman Brudenell, and ran as follows: "London, December 1, 18
"Have Judge Merlin and Lady Vincent returned from their drive?" inquired the countess. "Yes, my lady; the judge and her ladyship are in the drawing room with Mr. Worth." "Mr. Brudenell, will you give me your arm?" said the countess, rising, with a smile. Herman Brudenell bowed and complied. And they left the library and passed on to the little drawing room.
"Not when justice required it, father? But you are going down into the neighborhood of Brudenell Hall! You will hear of her from the people among whom she lived for so many years, and who cherish her memory as that of an angel of mercy, and you will change your opinion of her." Herman Brudenell smiled incredulously, and then said: "Apropos of my visit to Brudenell Hall!
"But you doubtless have informed yourself before this time, that by the laws of the State in which my property is situated, a man cannot sell his homestead without the consent of his wife. Your co-operation is therefore necessary in the sale of Brudenell Hall. I wish you to put yourself in immediate communication with my solicitors, Messrs.
Brudenell was indignant at her son, not for his neglect of his lovely young wife, but for his indifference to a wealthy countess!
Brudenell and the two young ladies, all in white muslin morning dresses, were gathered around a marble table in the recess of the back bay window, looking over newspapers. On seeing the visitor who accompanied her son, Mrs. Brudenell arose with a look of haughty surprise. "You wished to see Hannah Worth, I believe, mother, and here she is," said Herman. "My housekeeper did.
Ishmael took that beautiful little brown hand and held it within his own as he said: "Thank you, Lady Hurstmonceux. I am really very glad to get back. But " "What, Mr. Worth?" "I do not come alone, Lady Hurstmonceux!" Her countenance suddenly changed. Her voice sank to at whisper as she inquired: "Who is with you?" Dropping his voice to the low tone of hers, Ishmael answered: "Mr. Brudenell."
They started up on seeing her, confusion on their faces. Hannah was thoroughly self-possessed. Putting her parcels in Nora's hands, she said: "Empty these in their boxes, dear, while I speak to Mr. Brudenell." Then turning to the young man, she said: "Sir, your mother, I believe, has asked to see me about some cloth she wishes to have woven. I am going over to her now; will you go with me?"
Middleton and his family are going away from the Hall. They have had warning to quit at the end of six months." "Ah," said Hannah indifferently, going on with her work. "Yes; they leave on the first of February, and the owner of the place, young Mr. Herman Brudenell, you know, is coming on to live there for good!"
My husband is, and Herman says a wife takes rank from her husband! As Nora Worth, or as Mrs. Herman Brudenell, of course I am the very same person; but then, ignorant as I may be, I know enough of the world to feel sure that those who despised Nora Worth will not dare to slight Mrs. Herman Brudenell!" "Take care! Take care, Nora, dear!
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