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The bare thought of those two badgering my Olivia was enough to drive me frantic. In the cool twilight, Julia and Kate Daltrey were announced. I was about to withdraw from my mother's room, in conformity with the etiquette established among us, when Julia recalled me in a gentler voice than she had used toward me since the day of my fatal confession.
"I suppose Julia is gone to the new house now," I said, in a calm voice. "Yes," she answered, but she could say no more. "And Miss Daltrey with her?" I pursued. The mention of that name certainly roused my mother more effectually than any thing else I could have said. She released me from her clinging hands, and looked up with a decided expression of dislike on her face. "Yes," she replied.
The most vehement mourning had been turned into another current of thought by the lifting of this sluice. "It restores the balance of the emotions," I answered. "Anything soft, and tender, and touching, makes you more sensitive. A person like Miss Daltrey acts as a tonic; bitter, perhaps, but invigorating."
"I can tell you," said Kate Daltrey, in her cold, deliberate tones; "she is the wife of my half-brother, Richard Foster, who married her more than four years ago in Melbourne; and she ran away from him last October, and has not been heard of since." "Then you know her whole history," I said, approaching her and pausing before her. "Are you at liberty to tell it to us?"
When old Mother Renouf, whom Tardif had set to watch me for very fear of this mischance, had led me away from Kate Daltrey to the cottage, I sought out Tardif at once. He was down at the water's edge, mending his boat, which lay with its keel upward. He heard my footsteps among the pebbles, and turned round to greet me with one of his grave smiles, which had never failed me whenever I went to him.
Kate Daltrey is away in Jersey, I know that for certain, and he is alone. It would give him so much pleasure. Surely you can forgive him now." "By all means let us go," I answered. I had not heard even his name mentioned before, by any one of my old friends in Guernsey. But, as Julia said, I was so happy, that I was ready to forgive and forget all ancient grievances.
Olivia and Captain Carey were already out of sight; and we turned into a street leading to Vauvert Road. "They live in lodgings now," remarked Julia, as we went slowly up the steep street, "and nobody visits them; not one of my uncle's old friends. They have plenty to live upon, but it is all her money. I do not mean to let them got upon visiting terms with me at least, not Kate Daltrey.
Martin Dobrée," he said, smiling coldly; "my half-sister, Kate Daltrey, is married to your father, Dr. Dobrée." "Yes," I answered, shortly. The subject was eminently disagreeable to me, and I had no wish to pursue it with him. "Ay! she will make him a happy man," he continued, mockingly; "you are not yourself married, I believe, Dr. Martin Dobrée?"
He and I shook hands with one another gravely; it was the first time we had done so since he had announced his intention of marrying Kate Daltrey. "My son," he said, "if ever you should find yourself a widower, be very careful how you select your second wife." These were his parting words words which chafed me sorely as a young husband in his honeymoon.
I really think Julia would have had every thing belonging to you swept into the streets. It was very hard for me, Martin. I was ten times more vexed than you are to give up your room to Miss Daltrey. It was my only comfort to go and sit there, and think of my dear boy." "Never mind, never mind," I answered. "I am at home now, and you will never be left alone with them again nevermore, mother."
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