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Updated: June 11, 2025
She took no sort of notice of the stranger-lady who was at the door of her father's house. This young person's contempt for Miss Jillgall appeared to extend to Miss Jillgall's friends. In the meantime, the servant's answer was: "Not at home." The middle aged lady said: "Do you expect her back soon?" "Yes, ma'am." "I will call again, later in the day." "What name, if you please?"
And had she been so communicative for the purpose of leading my suspicions astray? These were vague guesses; but, try as I might, I could arrive at no clearer view of what was passing in Miss Jillgall's mind. What would I not have given to be able to look over her shoulder, without discovery! She finished her letter, and put the address, and closed the envelope.
As much at a loss for an explanation of these mysteries as I was, Miss Jillgall's interest in my welfare led her to caution me in a vague and general way. "Take my word for it, dear Mr. Governor, she has some design on you. Will you allow an insignificant old maid to offer a suggestion? Oh, thank you; I will venture to advise.
This was, of course, before you knew of the infamous manner in which he has behaved. You must have changed your opinion now." He seemed to be at a loss how to reply. "I am afraid," he said, "the young man was drawn into it by Helena." Here was Miss Jillgall's apology for Philip Dunboyne repeated in other words.
"Miss Jillgall." The very person I had been trying to find! I asked where she was. The laundress pointed dolefully to the locked door: "In there." "And where is your baby?" The poor woman still pointed to the door: "I'm beginning to doubt, miss, whether it is my baby." "Nonsense, Mrs. Molly. If it isn't yours, whose baby can it be?" "Miss Jillgall's."
She was instantly folded in Miss Jillgall's arms. On her release, she came to me, eager for news of her father's health. When I had communicated all that I thought it right to tell her of the doctor's last report, she noticed Mrs. Tenbruggen. The appearance of a stranger seemed to embarrass her. I left Miss Jillgall to introduce them to each other. "Darling Euneece, you remember Mrs.
Philip," I said, "I have been waiting, at Miss Jillgall's suggestion, to get my information from you. There is something wrong between Eunice and yourself. What is it? And who is to blame?" "Her vile sister is to blame," he answered. "That reptile was determined to sting us.
There were first lines that we copied, in big letters, and one of them said, 'Distrust Is Mean. I know a young person, whose name begins with H, who is one mass of meanness. But" excellent Selina paused, and pointed to me with a gesture of triumph "no meanness there!" Mrs. Tenbruggen waited to hear what I had to say, scornfully insensible to Miss Jillgall's well-meant interruption.
Miss Jillgall's ever ready kindness interfered in my defense: "Oh, no, Elizabeth! You are not often mistaken; but indeed you are wrong now. Look at my distinguished friend. I remember my copy book, when I was a small creature learning to write, in England.
Again and again, I read that remarkable story of the intended poisoning, and of the manner in which it had ended. I sat thinking over this romance in real life till I was interrupted by the announcement of dinner. Mr. Philip Dunboyne had returned. In Miss Jillgall's absence we were alone at the table. My appetite was gone.
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