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I had strolled down some of the quieter streets of the town while I was turning this affair over in my mind, and now, as I crossed the end of Rue Haute, I caught sight of Kate Daltrey turning into a milliner's shop. There was every reasonable probability that she would not come out again soon, for I saw a bonnet reached out of the window.
My brain seemed to whirl with the recollections, the associations, the rapid mingling and odd readjustment of ideas forced upon me by Tardif's words. What would have become of me if I had found my way to Guernsey, seeking Mrs. Dobrée, and discovered in her Kate Daltrey? I had not time to realize this before Tardif went on in his narration. "Dr.
Martin. But whom did Dr. Dobrée marry?" "I do not know whether he is handsomer than Dr. Martin," said Tardif, in a grieved tone. "Who did Dr. Dobrée marry? Oh! a foreigner. No Guernsey lady would have married him so soon after Mrs. Dobrée's death. She was a great friend of Miss Julia Dobrée. Her name was Daltrey." "Kate Daltrey!" I ejaculated.
My dearest Martin, my poor boy, how can I tell it to you? You must come home again for a season. Even Julia wishes it, though she cannot stay in the same house with you, and will go to her own with her friend Kate Daltrey. Your father cried like a child. He takes it more to heart than I should have expected. Yet there is no immediate danger; she may live for some months yet.
I said to Kate Daltrey, though feeling all the time that I could not trust her in the smallest degree. "I have promised dear Julia that," she answered. I should fail to give you any clear idea of my state of mind should I attempt to analyze it. The most bitter thought in it was that my own imprudence had betrayed Olivia.
Johanna Carey had offered to go abroad with her, but she had declined it, because it would too painfully remind her of our projected trip to Switzerland. A friend of Julia's, said my mother in another letter, had come to stay with her, and to try to rouse her. It was evident she did not like this Kate Daltrey, herself, for the dislike crept out unawares through all the gentleness of her phrases.
Dobrée, I said, 'you must let me remind you that the house is mine, though you have paid me no rent for years. If you ever take Kate Daltrey into it, I will put my affairs into a notary's hands. I will, upon my word, and Julia Dobrée never broke her word yet. That brought him to his senses better than any thing. He turned very pale, and sat down beside Kate, hardly knowing what to say.
"I wish to see Miss Dobrée," I said to the girl who quickly answered my noisy peal of the house-bell. "Please, sir," was her reply, "she and Miss Daltrey are gone to Sark with Captain Carey." "Gone to Sark!" I repeated, in utter amazement. "Yes, Dr. Martin. They started quite early because of the tide, and Captain Carey's man brought the carriage to take them to St. Sampson's.
I must not let her go across to Sark unknown to myself. Neither did I feel quite safe about Kate Daltrey. She gave me the impression of being as crafty and cunning as she described her half-brother. Did she know this woman by sight? That was a question I could not answer. There was another question hanging upon it.
The church was nearly full of eager spectators, all of whom I had known from my childhood faces that would have crowded about me, had I been standing in the bridegroom's place. Far back, half sheltered by a pillar, I saw the white head and handsome face of my father, with Kate Daltrey by his side; but though the church was so full, nobody had entered the same pew.
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