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And how well she kept the secret of your contemplated marriage! May I offer my humble congratulations and good wishes?" Romayne thought it needless to say that Mrs. Eyrecourt had not been trusted with the secret until the wedding day was close at hand. "My wife and I agreed in wishing to be married as quietly as possible," he answered, after making the customary acknowledgments. "And Mrs.
Romayne was one of Us! Queen Elizabeth herself could hardly have said a sharper thing to a poor Catholic priest." "You clever creature!" said Mrs. Eyrecourt. "How easily you see through a simple woman like me! There I give you my hand to kiss and I will never try to deceive you again. Do you know, Father Benwell, a most extraordinary wish has suddenly come to me. Please don't be offended.
"The first paper," he said, "is a certified copy of the register of the marriage of Miss Eyrecourt to Mr. Look at the names." The bride's mother was the first witness. The two names that followed were the names of Lord and Lady Loring. "They, too, in the conspiracy to deceive me!" Romayne said, as he laid the paper back on the table.
He had it on Romayne's own authority that she was in constant attendance on her mother, and that her husband was alone. "Either Mrs. Eyrecourt will get better, or she will die," Father Benwell reasoned. "I shall make constant inquiries after her health, and, in either case, I shall know when Mrs. Romayne returns to Ten Acres Lodge. After that domestic event, the next time Mr.
Eyrecourt, looking at her as usual, suddenly became serious: she studied her daughter's face with an eager and attentive scrutiny. "Do you see any extraordinary change in me?" Stella asked, with a faint smile. Instead of answering, Mrs. Eyrecourt put her arm round Stella with a loving gentleness, entirely at variance with any ordinary expression of her character.
Winterfield has lost me the friendship of a man whom I sincerely liked, and who might have assisted my literary labors. You were ill at the time, and anxious about Mrs. Eyrecourt. I respected your devotion to your mother.
She put another question without quite concealing the effort that it cost her, or the anxiety with which she waited for the reply. "I know something of the neighborhood of Clovelly," she said. "I wonder whether Father Benwell is visiting any friends of mine there?" "I am not able to say, Miss Eyrecourt. The reverend Father's letters are forwarded to the hotel I know no more than that."
Eyrecourt, unpainted, undyed, or unpowdered. I resisted temptation and opened the door. There was still one last request that I could not help making. "Will you let me know," I said, "when you hear from Rome?" "With the greatest pleasure," Mrs. Eyrecourt answered, briskly. "Good-by, you best of friends good-by." I write these lines while the servant is packing my portmanteau.
You and Stella seemed to get on together admirably that evening when you dined with us. Have you forgotten what you told me of her influence over you? Or have you altered your opinion and is that the reason why you keep away from us?" Romayne answered: "My opinion remains unchanged. All that I said to you of Miss Eyrecourt, I believe as firmly as ever."
Winterfield and Miss Eyrecourt were engaged to be married. Not long afterward, Miss Eyrecourt and her mother surprised the neighborhood by suddenly leaving Beaupark House. Their destination was supposed to be London. Mr. Winterfield himself next left his country seat for the Continent. His exact destination was not mentioned to any one.
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