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Holder," said he, as his eyes wandering over the faces before him, rested upon one, "don't you know your young master? Have you forgotten Reginald Dudleigh?" As he said this an old man came forth from the rear and looked at him, with his hands clasped together and his eyes full of tears.
On the next morning Miss Plympton left Dalton on her way to Dudleigh Manor. She was still full of anxiety about Edith, but the thought that she was doing something, and the sanguine anticipations in which she indulged with reference to Sir Lionel, did much to lessen her cares.
"I'll not stand this any longer!" he cried, vehemently, addressing his "keeper," but not looking at her. "What?" said she. "This style of being dogged and tracked and watched." "You allude to me, I suppose," said Lady Dudleigh. "At any rate, you must allow that it is better to be tracked, as you call it, by me, than by the officers of the law."
It was Dudleigh who had to carry him to his room and lay him on his bed and Dudleigh, too, who would intrust to no other person the task of putting his prostrate form in that bed.
Dunbar drew nearer to him, and in a whisper that thrilled through every fibre of Sir Lionel's frame, hissed in his ear, "I am your wife and here is my brother Frederick!" Over Sir Lionel's face there came a flash of horror, sudden, sharp, and overwhelming. He staggered and shrank back. "Claudine!" he murmured, in a stifled voice. "Sit down," whispered Lady Dudleigh now no longer Mrs.
"Oh, I don't think there is any prospect of my giving up just yet." "No. I know your affection for him, and that it would keep you here until until you could not stay any longer; and it is this which I wish to avoid." "It is my duty," said Dudleigh. "He is one whom I revere more than any other man, and love as a father.
He would not dare to do this if he knew it." "Sure, now, it's nothing at all, and you'll be well soon." At these simple words of the woman Lady Dudleigh began to understand the situation. This must be a lunatic asylum, a private one. Sir Lionel had brought her here, and told the doctor that she was insane. The doctor had accepted his statement, and had received her as such.
His dignified bearing, his polish and refinement, together with the well-known fact that he had so resolutely maintained his innocence, all excited sympathy and respect. When Lady Dudleigh arrived there with Hugo and her son, she soon found out this, and this fact enabled her to carry into execution a plan which she had cherished all along during the voyage.
I am strong enough to decide differently from what I did ten years ago." "Oh, I know I feel it all, mother dear," said Reginald; "but at the same time I don't like the idea of your going away with him alone." "Why not?" "I don't like the idea of your putting yourself in his power." "His power?" "Yes, in Dudleigh Manor, or any other place. He is desperate.
She answered it at once, and told all about her father, concluding with the promise to go and visit her as soon as she could. And now all her thoughts and hopes were centred upon Reginald. Where was he? Where was Lady Dudleigh? Had he found Leon? What would Sir Lionel do? Such were the thoughts that never ceased to agitate her mind. He had been gone a whole week. She had heard nothing from him.
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