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"And love him." "Thank God for that. It will be the saving of him. Call Martha, my dear!" Lettice went and roused Mrs. Chigwin, who came and kissed her friend. Then, with a last effort, Aunt Bessy raised her head, and whispered, "'Lord, now lettest Thou Thy servant depart in peace!"
As it had been impossible for her to go and see her nephew, either before his trial or since, Mrs. Chigwin had written a letter for her, entreating Alan to come to Birchmead as soon as he was free; and the writer assured him on her own account that there was not a better place in England for quiet rest and consolation.
Chigwin moaned a little about her prospect of loneliness. "But there," she said, "I am not going to make the worst of it. And nobody that has a garden is ever really lonely, unless she has lost her self-respect, or taken to loving herself better than her fellow-creatures. By which," she added, "I do not mean snails and sparrows, but honest and sensible flowers."
Lettice could not have been kinder to her mother than she was to the poor crippled woman who had no claim upon her service. She told Mrs. Chigwin that so long as she was at Birchmead she should be Mrs. Bundlecombe's nurse, and she evidently meant to keep her word.
We shall be her neighbors and close friends, I hope, and if you will do me the favor to come in this afternoon and drink a cup of tea with us, we shall be very glad to see you." "Thank you kindly, Mrs. Chigwin. Good-morning to you, Mrs. Bundlecombe. I hear you have been living in London, ma'am, quite grand, as the saying is!" "No, Mrs. Harrington, not grand at all, ma'am. Don't say so.
Harrington pacing the walk on the other side of the wall, determined to bring about a meeting, and, if possible, a reconciliation. "Elizabeth, my dear, that gravel looks perfectly dry. You must come out in the sun, and see the last of my poor flowers." "Martha Chigwin," said her visitor, with a solemn face; "do you see that woman?" "Yes, I see her. What then?"
Chigwin's words she sat up, and her eyes began to grow bright again. "I think so myself, Mrs. Chigwin. I shall be glad to get back to my own nice quiet home again. As for looking tired, it is only because I have been packing up my things and getting ready to go. Mr. Beadon has written to me to join him in London, and I am going to start this very afternoon."
He is getting on very well, he says, in his own particular line." "Ah, that is nice!" said Mrs. Chigwin, comfortably. "And how glad you will be to see each other." "Oh, yes," faltered Milly. There was a curiously pathetic look in her great blue eyes such as we sometimes see in those of a timid child. "Yes very glad." "And you'll bring him down here to see your grandmother, I suppose?
"I've never had five in my cottage before," said Mrs. Chigwin, cheerfully; "but where there's room for two there's room for half-a-dozen; at least, when they're women and children." "You must have wondered what had become of me all this time," said Lettice. "Nay, ma'am; you were in the garden, and that was enough for me.
Chigwin, Alan's aunt was happier than she had ever hoped to be again, and the only drawback to her felicity was the thought of her nephew's troubles and solitude. The next cottage to Mrs. Chigwin's was inhabited by old Mrs. Harrington, the grandmother of Lettice's first maid. There had been no love lost between Mrs. Bundlecombe and Mrs. Harrington, when they once lived in the same town.
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