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Ethel thought there was more in that answer than met the ear, and that Harry, at least, had thought of the powder to-night at church. "Mr. Ernescliffe had the command of the second cutter. He asked to take me with him; I was glad enough; and Owen he is mate, you know went with us."
Captain Gordon added that the will of the late Captain Ernescliffe had made him guardian of his sons, and that he believed poor Alan had died intestate. He should therefore take upon himself the charge of young Hector, and he warmly thanked Dr. May and his family for all the kindness that the lad had received.
"Miss Winter, 'tis all right Mr. Ernescliffe says he is quite up to the walk, and will like it very much, and he will undertake to defend you from the quarrymen." "Is Miss Winter afraid of the quarrymen?" hallooed Harry. "Shall I take a club?"
"I wish I was more helpful to you, my child," he added wistfully, "but you will rest on him, and be happy together while he stays, will you not?" "Indeed I will, dear papa." Mr. Ernescliffe was with her as the doctor quitted her. She held the letter to him, "But," she said slowly, "I see that papa does not believe it." "You promised to abide by it!" he exclaimed, between entreaty and authority.
May was not to be visited, for he was in the same half-conscious state, apparently sensible only of bodily suffering, though he answered when addressed, and no one was trusted to speak to him but Flora and Ernescliffe. The rest wore through the day as best they might.
She could not speak, but kneeling down by her sister, they read the paragraph together; Ethel, with one eye on the words, the other on Margaret. No doubt was left. Captain Gordon had returned, and this was his official report. The names of the missing stood below, and the list began thus: Lieutenant A. H. Ernescliffe. Mr. Charles Owen, Mate. Mr. Harry May, Midshipman.
They were directed to John Taylor's house, a low mud cottage, very wretched looking, and apparently so smoky that Mr. Ernescliffe and Norman were glad to remain outside and survey the quarry, while the ladies entered.
I little thought, when I used to grumble at my two verses of the psalms every day, when I should want the ninetieth, or how glad I should be to know so many by heart, for they were such a comfort to Mr. Ernescliffe. "David got us a nice bit of wood, and Jennings carved the cross, and his name, and all about him. I should have liked to have done it, but I knocked up after that.
Her movements were quickened, however, by her father, who, finding her with Margaret in the drawing-room, ordered her upstairs in a peremptory manner, which she resented, as treating her like a child, and therefore proceeded in no amiable mood to the room, where Ethel awaited her in wild tumultuous impatience. "Well, Ethel, what is this grand secret?" "Oh, Flora! Mr. Ernescliffe is at the Swan!
Margaret had portions of letters from Alan to read to him, and a consultation to hold. The hope of her full recovery had so melted away, that she had, in every letter, striven to prepare Mr. Ernescliffe for the disappointment, and each that she received in return was so sanguine and affectionate, that the very fondness was as much grief as joy.
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