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In my next sentence, I announced the date at which the vessel was to sail on the return voyage; and I mentioned the period at which my mother might expect to see me, weather permitting. Those words, also, Miss Dunross wrote and waited again. I set myself to consider what I should say next. To my surprise and alarm, I found it impossible to fix my mind on the subject.
"I have served Miss Dunross for many years," was the answer, spoken very ungraciously. "Do you think she would receive me if I sent you with a message to her?" "I can't say, sir. The letter may tell you. You will do well to read the letter." We looked at each other. The woman's preconceived impression of me was evidently an unfavorable one. Had I indeed pained or offended Miss Dunross?
Their names come after the Sacred Name in the prayers which the parents teach to their children. The narrative has a certain interest of its own, no doubt, but it has one defect it fails entirely to explain the continued absence of Mr. Dunross. Is it possible that he is not aware of our presence in the house? We apply the guide, and make a few further inquiries of him.
Besides, the desk itself has its own familiar interest as my constant traveling companion of many years past." Miss Dunross rose, and came close to the chair in which I was sitting. "Let Mary's flag be your constant traveling companion," she said. "You have spoken far too gratefully of my services here as your nurse. Reward me beyond my deserts. Make allowances, Mr.
"Are we here," I ask, "by permission of Mr. Dunross?" The guide stares. If I had spoken to him in Greek or Hebrew, I could hardly have puzzled him more effectually. My friend tries him with a simpler form of words. "Did you ask leave to bring us here when you found your way to the house?" The guide stares harder than ever, with every appearance of feeling perfectly scandalized by the question.
The servant will come in, if I only ring the bell." She pauses more shadowy than ever halfway between the bed and the door, and answers a little sadly: "Peter will not let in the daylight while I am in the room. He closed the curtains by my order." The reply puzzles me. Why should Peter keep the room dark while Miss Dunross is in it? Are her eyes weak?
My haunting doubt as to what the black veil had really hidden from me was no longer accompanied by a feeling of horror when it now recurred to my mind. The more vividly my later remembrances of Miss Dunross were associated with the idea of an unutterable bodily affliction, the higher the noble nature of the woman seemed to rise in my esteem.
But the men treat them as if they were the natural enemies of the human race. The expression of these unpopular sentiments appeared to raise me greatly in the estimation of Miss Dunross. "We have one sympathy in common, at any rate," she said. "Now I can amuse you! Prepare for a surprise." She drew her veil over her face as she spoke, and, partially opening the door, rang my handbell.
Could I refuse to grant her trifling request, after all I owed to her kindness?" The smile left my mother's face. She looked at me attentively. "Miss Dunross seems to have produced a very favorable impression on you," she said. "I own it. I feel deeply interested in her."
I was at once reminded of the similar difficulty which I felt in Shetland, when I had tried vainly to arrange the composition of the letter to my mother which Miss Dunross was to write. By way of completing the parallel, my thoughts wandered now, as they had wandered then, to my latest remembrance of Mrs. Van Brandt.
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