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She cared little either way. "Miss Catheron remains at St John's Wood, I suppose?" she inquired indifferently, feeling in the pause that ensued she must say something. "She remains yes with her two old servants for the present. I believe her ultimate intention is to go abroad." "She will not return to Cheshire?"
"A decent, intelligent young woman," said the Chesholm Courier, "who gave her evidence in a clear, straightforward way that carried conviction to every hearer." "I am Jane Pool. I am nurse to Sir Victor Catheron's infant son. Early in August I entered the service of the deceased Lady Catheron in London; the first week of September I accompanied them down here.
Sir Victor Catheron's wife I am not never will be. The ceremony we went through, ten months ago, down in Cheshire, means nothing, since a bridegroom who deserts his bride on her wedding-day, resigns all right to the name and authority of husband. Mind, I don't regret it now; I would not have it otherwise if I could. And this is not bravado, Miss Catheron; I mean it.
Give me five hundred pounds, Ethel, and let us call it square." He came nearer, his big, brown hand outstretched. She shrank away, hatred and repulsion in her face. "Stand back!" she said. "Don't come near me, Juan Catheron! How dare you intrude here! How dare you speak to me!" "How dare I? Oh, come now, I say, I like that. If a man may not speak to his own wife, to whom may he speak?
Pale, weary, listless, she might be, but how charmingly pretty she looked in the sparkling sunshine, the soft wind blowing back her loose brown hair, kindling into deeper light her velvety-brown eyes, bringing a sea-shell pink into each creamy cheek. Beautiful beyond all ordinary beauty of womanhood, it seemed to Sir Victor Catheron. "It is a wonderfully pretty place," she said.
"I hope so," was the grave reply; "and in my case there will be no jealous rival, will there? Sir Victor, do you know I should like to visit Catheron Royals. If we have had love-making enough for one day, suppose we walk over?" "I shall never have love-making enough," he laughed. "I shall bore you awfully sometimes, I have no doubt; but when the heart is full the lips must speak.
Featherbrain had recognized an old acquaintance in Lady Catheron, and hailed her with effusion. For Edith, she shrank away with the old feeling of dislike and repulsion, and yet she listened to her chatter, too. "How sad it was," said gay Mrs. Featherbrain, "about the poor, dear Stuarts. That delightful Charley, too! ah! it was very sad. Did Lady Catheron correspond with them?
He was dying, Inez Catheron had said, and for love of her. Bah! she could have laughed in her bitter scorn, what a mockery it was! If it were true, why let him die! The sooner the better then indeed she would be free. Perhaps Edith had lost something heart, conscience in the pain and shame of the past. All that was soft and forgiving in her nature seemed wholly to have died out.
He sat and looked at her stunned. What was she saying? His father alive, after all those years! and he not Sir Victor Catheron! He half rose ashen pale. "Lady Helena, what is this? My father alive my father, whom for twenty years since I could think at all I have thought dead! What vile deception is here?" "Sit down, Victor; you shall hear all.
"Witness," he said, "take care! You are on oath, remember. How can you recall accurately word for word what you heard?" "Are they the sort of words likely to be forgotten?" Jane Pool retorted. "I know I'm on oath; I'll take five hundred oaths to these words, if you like. Those were the very words Miss Inez Catheron spoke. She called him her brother.
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