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Her head sank upon the shoulder of her fearful counsellor, unconscious of its resting-place, and she burst into tears, tears which perhaps saved her reason or her life. When Mr. Fielden returned home, Lucretia had quitted the house.
"The more need to judge her with charity. And if what I fear is the case, I'm sure we can't feel too much compassion for the poor blinded young lady." "Bless my heart, Mr. Fielden, what is it you mean?" The parson looked round, to be sure the door was quite closed, and replied, in a whisper: "I mean, that I fear William Mainwaring loves, not Lucretia, but Susan."
Fielden rushed in, and giving vent to her agitation in loud sobs, as she threw her arms round Susan, who was still kneeling on the floor, brought something of grotesque to the more tragic and fearful character of the scene. "My uncle was right; there is neither courage nor honour in the low-born! He, the schemer, too, is right. All hollow, all false!"
If Mainwaring had been left in the position to explain his heart to Lucretia, it would not have been for Fielden to object; but to have a clandestine interview with one sister while betrothed to the other, bore in itself a character too equivocal to meet with the simple vicar's approval.
Forgetting every other person, he hurried to the hotel Lucretia had chosen; but her coldness deceived and her pride repelled him. She listened dryly to all he said, and merely replied: "I feel only gratitude at my escape. Let this subject now close forever." Mr. Fielden left her presence with less anxious and commiserating feelings, perhaps all had chanced for the best.
As they gained a stile half-way, Mr. Fielden remembered his letter, took it forth, and put on his spectacles. Helen stooped over the bank to gather violets; the vicar seated himself on the stile. As he again looked at the address, the handwriting, before unfamiliar, seemed to grow indistinctly on his recollection.
Fielden had originally sent thither to see their young kinswoman, now and then came to press Helen to join some party to the theatre or Vauxhall, or a picnic in Richmond Park; but when they found their overtures, which had at first been politely accepted by Madame Dalibard, were rejected, they gradually ceased their visits, wounded and indignant.
"He has exchanged his living for a year, on account of his wife's health, and rather, I think also, with the wish to bring poor Susan nearer to Laughton, in the chance of her uncle seeing her. But you are, then, acquainted with Fielden?" "Acquainted! my best friend. He was my tutor, and prepared me for Caius College.
Lucretia then, still without apparent emotion, raised to the good man's face deep, penetrating, but unrevealing eyes, and said slowly, "Is my sister like my mother, who, they say, was handsome?" Much startled by this question, Fielden answered: "I never saw your mother, my dear; but your sister gives promise of more than common comeliness." Lucretia's brows grew slightly compressed.
Conscience waved her back from the solemn offices of nature; she hid her face with her hands, shrank again into her room; and Mr. Fielden, assuming unbidden the responsibility, went alone. The will was long, as is common when the dust that it disposes of covers some fourteen or fifteen thousand acres.
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