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He stopped, sighed heavily, and then, shading his eyes, sat for some minutes without speaking. Olivia rose at last. Her visit had not been a pleasant one; the subjects of conversation had been unlucky. She was vexed with herself, and yet it was no fault of hers. For once Mr. Gaythorne did not try to detain her, but there was no want of cordiality in his manner as he bid her good-bye.
Enderby and I have consented to allow you to go; and I suppose you will not object to give her pleasure." "Miss Gaythorne!" exclaimed Hetty, scarcely believing she had heard rightly. "She has taken a fancy to you, and wishes to have you with her. She is a charming girl, and I am sure she will make you happy."
No, she was not beautiful, but there was something wonderfully attractive and winning in her expression; the eyes, deep-set like her father's, had a frank soft look. "Your only child and you lost her," murmured Olivia, sympathetically. "My only daughter," corrected Mr. Gaythorne, in a tone so peculiar, that Olivia raised her eyes, and then she felt a little frightened.
But as he spoke the sound of footsteps made him look towards the open door. As he did so, Olivia saw him suddenly recoil and turn deadly white at the sight of Mr. Gaythorne standing rigid and motionless on the threshold. A stifled voice cried, "Alwyn! Good Heavens! it is Alwyn!" and the next moment the heavy crutch-handled stick fell from the old man's trembling hand with a sudden crash.
I should not have known he had one, only I saw the name of Alwyn Gaythorne in a book. 'I thought your first name was John? I said rather heedlessly. "'So it is, John Alwyn, he returned; 'that book belonged to my son, but his voice was so constrained that I did not venture to say more. Depend upon it there is a mystery there, Marcus."
When I told you you were never to see my face again, that you were no son of mine, I was labouring under a grievous mistake. I know now who forged that cheque I have known it for years. No, with all your faults you never did that." And as he said this Mr. Gaythorne put out a shaking hand to his son, but the young man did not take it.
Gaythorne we are in no hurry," observed Olivia, vexed that they had come so early; but Robert Barton, with one quick glance round the beautiful room, busied himself with placing the pictures in the best possible light. "There," he said, stepping back with a complacent smile, "I think your old gentleman will own that the same artist painted those two pictures, when he sees them side by side."
Gaythorne heard her, and a strange expression crossed his face. "That is what she always said my Olive, but it never seemed to make any difference to me. Ah, well, it is no use talking, some spirits refuse to be laid, but this is poor entertainment, my dear, and on your birthday too!" "Please do not say that.
I got her away at last by pretending you would be waiting tea for us. Oh, here she comes," and his face brightened as he hurried to his fiancée's side. Greta had recovered her tranquillity, and when Marcus entered she received his congratulations as happily as possible. Olivia went over to Galvaston House the next day. Mr. Gaythorne was evidently expecting her.
"Miss Helen Gaythorne!" announced the servant, who knew that his mistress's young sister was expected, and who had not asked Hetty for her name. In the excitement of the moment Hetty heard, but hardly understood the announcement. She thought the servant had made a curious blunder. "Mr.
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