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Updated: May 31, 2025
Punctually at seven o'clock Noel Vanstone made his appearance. The moment he entered the room Captain Wragge detected a change in his visitor's look and manner. "Something wrong!" thought the captain. "We have not done with Mrs. Lecount yet." "How is Miss Bygrave this morning?" asked Noel Vanstone. "Well enough, I hope, for our early walk?"
"Whatever you give, you give to the Church, remember, and she has promised to repay you a hundredfold." Mrs Lerew frequently called on Clara, as also did Lady Bygrave. Both spoke enthusiastically of the holy and happy life of Sisters of Mercy, and still more so of those nuns who gave themselves up to religious meditation.
But here his sources of information suddenly dried up. He knew nothing of the destination to which Mr. Bygrave and his family had betaken themselves, and he was perfectly ignorant of the number of days over which their absence might be expected to extend.
It was the establishment of a college or school for eighty young ladies in the parish, for whose accommodation handsome buildings were to be erected; and Lady Bygrave, with other ladies of consequence in the county, undertook to be patronesses.
Miss Pemberton, indeed, declared that whatever so charming a person as Lady Bygrave did must be right, and she now not only attended all the services at the church on Sundays and week-days, but induced Clara to accompany her. Though Clara went, she often felt that it was her duty to be watching by the bedside of her father; she, indeed, sometimes begged on that plea to remain at home.
A young girl, living under such circumstances, must either pine away, eating her own heart, or become a mystic, and find her daily food in religious meditation. Only when her niece was seventeen years old did Miss Bygrave speak to her of worldly affairs.
It is clear to me that Miss Bygrave resembles some other lady who has seriously offended your housekeeper who has been formerly connected, perhaps, with an outbreak of insanity in your housekeeper and who is now evidently confused with my niece in your housekeeper's wandering mind. That is my conviction, Mr. Vanstone. I may be right, or I may be wrong.
Sir Reginald and Lady Bygrave had been invited, but had not yet arrived, and it would, of course, have been uncourteous to commence luncheon, hungry as everybody was, till they appeared. The party had, in the meantime, to amuse themselves according to their tastes; some of the ladies had brought their sketch-books, others their work though the greater number preferred doing nothing.
She glided rapidly along the garden path, passed through the gate, and finding herself safe on the Parade, stopped, and looked toward the sea. The first object which her eyes encountered was the figure of Mr. Bygrave standing motionless on the beach a petrified bather, with his towels in his hand!
Bygrave, as fast as you like," said the housekeeper, stealing back again to the Parade. "You can't bolt the entrance to your servant's pocket. The best lock you have may be opened by a golden key." She went back to bed. The ceaseless watching, the unrelaxing excitement of the last two days, had worn her out. The next morning she rose at seven o'clock. In half an hour more she saw the punctual Mr.
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