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Updated: June 22, 2025
"Would you have given it up for Olivia's sake?" I asked, marvelling at her generosity. "I should have done it for your sake," she answered, frankly. "But," I said, reverting to our original topic, "if my father has set his mind upon marrying Kate Daltrey, he will brave any thing." "He is a dotard," replied Julia. "He positively makes me dread growing old.
"I was married four years ago, and my husband is still living" a very bitter moment to me; perhaps more bitter than to him. I knew we must see one another no more; and I who was so poor in friends, lost the dearest of them by those words. That was a great shock to me. But the next day came the second shock of meeting Kate Daltrey, my husband's half-sister.
I retreated to the spare room, fully satisfied that I should dislike Miss Daltrey quite as much as my mother could wish. Finding that Julia prolonged her visit downstairs, I went out after a while for a stroll in the old garden, where the trees and shrubs had grown with my growth, and were as familiar as human friends to me.
"Miss Daltrey has taken possession of it, and she has not removed all her things yet. She and Julia did not leave till late last night. You must go to the spare room." "I thought you would have kept my room for me, mother," I said, reproachfully. "So I would," she replied, her lips quivering, "but Miss Daltrey took a fancy to it, and your father and Julia made a point of indulging her.
"My poor Olivia! what can I do to protect her?" "Nothing!" answered Kate Daltrey, coldly. "Her only chance is concealment, and what a poor chance that is! I went over to Sark, never thinking that your Miss Ollivier whom I had heard so much of was Olivia Foster. It is an out-of-the-world place; but so much the more readily they will find her, if they once get a clew.
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