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She was quiet enough now, to suggest the hope that she might be able to give Alban some information "Were you with Miss de Sor," he asked, "before you came out here? What did she do to frighten you?" There was no answer; Mrs. Ellmother had abruptly risen once more. "Hush!" she whispered. "Don't I hear somebody near us?" Alban at once went back, along the winding path which they had followed.
Emily introduced Mrs. Ellmother to Francine. "It may be worth your while," she hinted, "to hear what this young lady has to say." Mrs. Ellmother listened, with little appearance of interest in anything that a stranger might have to say: her eyes rested on the card which contained her written request to Emily. Francine, watching her closely, understood what was passing in her mind.
Francine closed the book, and locked it up again in her desk. "Now I know," she said to herself, "what reminded me of St. Domingo." When Francine rang her bell the next morning, so long a time elapsed without producing an answer that she began to think of sending one of the house-servants to make inquiries. Before she could decide, Mrs. Ellmother presented herself, and offered her apologies.
He was making his examination; and he said nobody was to be in the room but her husband and the woman of the house." "Is Mr. Mirabel waiting to see her?" "Yes, miss. He said he would wait all day, if necessary; and he gave me this bit of a note to take to the mistress." Emily turned to Mrs. Ellmother. "It's impossible to stay here, not knowing whether Mrs. Rook is going to live or die," she said.
Doctor Allday was an elderly man, with a cool manner and a ruddy complexion thoroughly acclimatized to the atmosphere of pain and grief in which it was his destiny to live. "That's a curious woman," he said, when Mrs. Ellmother closed the door; "the most headstrong person, I think, I ever met with. But devoted to her mistress, and, making allowance for her awkwardness, not a bad nurse.
Ellmother lifted Emily in compassionate silence, and carried her upstairs, and waited by her until she slept. In the still hours of the night, the thoughts of the faithful old servant dwelling for a while on past and present advanced, by slow degrees, to consideration of the doubtful future.
In this case, will you permit me to have the honor of presenting my respects, as I ventured to propose when I wrote to you a little time since. "I beg to remain, Honored Miss, "Your humble servant, Emily handed the letter to Mrs. Ellmother. "Read it," she said, "and tell me what you think." "I think you had better be careful." "Careful of Mrs. Rook?" "Yes and careful of Mrs. Delvin too."
"I bring you news, my dear, which will surprise you. Who do you think has just left my house? Mrs. Ellmother! Don't interrupt me. She has made up her mind to go out to service again. Tired of leading an idle life that's her own account of it and asks me to act as her reference." "Did you consent?" "Consent! If I act as her reference, I shall be asked how she came to leave her last place.
The subject of her reflections was a person who occupied the humble position of her new servant. Mrs. Ellmother looked wretchedly ill. Mrs. Ellmother had told Emily that her object, in returning to domestic service, was to try if change would relieve her from the oppression of her own thoughts. Mrs.
It was understood that they were to correspond, and that Emily's room was waiting for her at Netherwoods, whenever she felt inclined to occupy it. Mrs. Ellmother made the tea, that evening, earlier than usual. Being alone again with Emily, it struck her that she might take advantage of her position to say a word in Alban's favor. She had chosen her time unfortunately.
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