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Updated: May 29, 2025
The roof of a carriage was visible on the other side of the wall. Sir Patrick and Blanche had arrived. After an interval Hester Dethridge appeared in the garden, and went to the grating in the gate. Anne heard Sir Patrick's voice, clear and resolute. Every word he said reached her ears through the open window. "Be so good as to give my card to Mr. Delamayn.
I said, 'I think we know each other. There was no answer. The door was suddenly opened and who do you think stood before me?" "Was it somebody I know?" "Yes." "Man? or woman?" "It was Hester Dethridge." "Hester Dethridge!" "Yes. Dressed just as usual, and looking just as usual with her slate hanging at her side." "Astonishing! Where did I last see her?
"Who sleeps in the next room?" said Anne. Hester Dethridge pointed down to the drawing-room in which they had left Geoffrey, Geoffrey slept in the room. Anne led the way out again into the passage. "Show me the second room," she said. The second room was also in front of the house.
After calling uselessly for the second time, Anne appeared, crossed over to the kitchen; and, returning again with the kettle in her hand, closed the drawing-room door. Hester Dethridge waited impenetrably to receive her next directions. There were no further directions to give.
The books were the Bible, a volume of Methodist sermons, and a set of collected Memoirs of Methodist saints. Ranging these last carefully round her, in an order of her own, Hester Dethridge sat down with the Bible on her lap to watch out the night. WHAT had happened in the hours of darkness? This was Anne's first thought, when the sunlight poured in at her window, and woke her the next morning.
Sir Patrick, missing the skilled hand of Hester Dethridge in every dish that was offered to him, marked the dinner among the wasted opportunities of his life, and resented his sister-in-law's flow of spirits as something simply inhuman under present circumstances. Blanche followed Lady Lundie into the drawing-room in a state of burning impatience for the rising of the gentlemen from their wine.
If she doesn't choose to do her duty for that month I shall refuse to give her a character. Who is to cook the dinner to-day if I give Hester Dethridge leave to go out?" "Any way, my lady, I am afraid the kitchen-maid will have to do her best to-day. Hester is very obstinate, when the fit takes her as your ladyship says."
She had never felt in the time of his fiercest anger and his foulest language the unutterable horror of him that she felt now. Hester Dethridge came out, closing the door behind her. She looked attentively at Anne then wrote on her slate, and held it out, with these words on it: "Do you believe him?" Anne pushed the slate away, and ran up stairs. She fastened the door and sank into a chair.
This done, he cautioned her to be careful with her candles for the future and went down stairs, without waiting to hear what she said in reply. The lad followed him, and was dismissed for the night. Even in the confusion which attended the extinguishing of the fire, the conduct of Hester Dethridge had been remarkable enough to force itself on the attention of Anne.
At the Windygates station, to be sure going to London, after she had left my sister-in-law's service. Has she accepted another place without letting me know first, as I told her?" "She is living at Fulham." "In service?" "No. As mistress of her own house." "What! Hester Dethridge in possession of a house of her own? Well! well! why shouldn't she have a rise in the world like other people?
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