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She loaned it to me freely, without question and without reserve, and she knew at the time that I was going directly to your presence; and finally, on the day before yesterday, when writing to Judge Merlin, I mentioned my hope that you would accompany me to Edinboro'. So you see, sir, Lady Hurstmonceux is not entirely unprepared to receive you." "Ah, but how will she receive me, Ishmael?
"Among those instantly killed are the Marquis and Marchioness of Brambleton and the Countess of Hurstmonceux!" "No!" cried the young man, rushing across the room, snatching the paper from his mother's hand, and with starting eyes fixed upon the paragraph that she hastily pointed out, seeming to devour the words.
"The countess?" repeated Claudia, and she took it up and read the lightly penciled name: "Berenice, Countess of Hurstmonceux." "Say to Lady Hurstmonceux that I will be with her in a few minutes," said Claudia. "'Berenice, Countess of Hurstmonceux," she repeated when the man had retired; "that is the widow of the late earl, and the forsaken wife of Herman Brudenell. What on earth brings her here?
The chaplain remained praying with the dying man until half-past four o'clock this morning, when he breathed his last. That is all, Claudia." "Oh, papa, you see he did repent; and I will hope that God has pardoned him," said Claudia earnestly; but she was very pale and faint, and she leaned heavily upon the shoulder of Lady Hurstmonceux.
"Oh, papa, I hope he repented and is pardoned!" "I hope so too, Claudia." She dropped her head once more upon the bosom of Lady Hurstmonceux, in pity and in awe; but not in sorrow, for his death was an infinite relief to her and to all connected with him. After a little while she raised her head again, and in a low, hushed voice, inquired: "Papa, at what hour did he die?"
"It is only the mail bag, my lady, that old Jovial has just brought from the post office," said the girl. Lady Hurstmonceux listlessly looked over its contents. Several years of disappointment had worn out all expectation of hearing from the only one of whom she cared to receive news. There were home and foreign newspapers that she threw carelessly out.
Yes, I should think your father would now be here in two or three days, at farthest," said Lady Hurstmonceux. "And oh, how shall I get ovor the interval? Ah, Berenice, indulge me! Let us go down, to Liverpool to meet my father!" "My dear, I would do so in a moment, only I think it the worst plan you could pursue.
"Well, she expected to land on the shores of England like any royal bride; to find the Earl of Hurstmonceux waiting to welcome her; to be introduced to my family; to be presented to her majesty; to be feted by the nobility; lionized by the gentry; and idolized by our own tenantry. In short, she dreamed of a grand royal progress through England, of which every stage was to be a glorious triumph!
And presently he looked up and said: "Lady Hurstmonceux, I am going to ask you a favor. Will you lend me this picture for a week?" The countess was a little surprised at the request. She looked up at Ishmael before answering it. Their eyes met. Some mutual intelligence passed in those meeting glances. And she then answered: "Yes, Mr. Worth.
The Countess of Hurstmonceux started to her feet, clasped her hands and gazed into Hannah's very soul! The light of an infinite joy irradiated her face. "Is this true?" she exclaimed. "It is true." "Then I have been mistaken! Oh, how widely mistaken! Thank Heaven! Oh, thank Heaven!" And the Countess of Hurstmonceux sank back in her chair, covered her face with her hands, and burst into tears.
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