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Old servants were pronounced incompetent and dismissed; and when Elsie protested against these changes, her brother and his wife dropped the mask of civility. There is no need to go over all the details of the wretched story. Old Mr. Kilner, growing more feeble every day, suffered himself to be guided entirely by Robert and Bertha, and Elsie soon found that his heart was turned away from her.
Mary Danforth was speaking; her high-pitched voice grated unpleasantly on Elsie's ears. She stepped out over the low window-sill, followed by Mrs. Verdon, Lily, and Mr. Ryan. Arnold muttered something under his breath. Mary came towards the pair at once, with a little affected exclamation of surprise. "You here, Arnold! Isn't it lovely, Miss Kilner?
But there was always the fear that change would come, and she had an instinctive dread of this Mr. Wayne. "And so you have been calling on Miss Kilner?" said Mrs. Verdon, as they sat at dinner. "She must come and see me and Jamie. Has she many friends?" "A great many," replied Arnold, who did not know anything about them. "I daresay I have met her somewhere," Mrs. Verdon went on.
I want you to get acquainted with my old place, Miss Kilner; there are one or two pictures which you will like, I think." "Thank you," Elsie answered frankly. "I am very fond of pictures." "You were looking at a picture when I saw you first," Arnold Wayne remarked, gazing at her with remembering eyes. "You were quite absorbed in it, and saw nothing else.
"Is that quite true, Miss Kilner?" asked Francis, looking down at her with undisguised admiration. "I think you must know that any word of yours even the lightest is of value to me." "I'm afraid I say a great many foolish words," she replied lightly. "And they are best forgotten. What a glorious day we are having!
She did not look at him when she turned and took Jamie by the hand. "Are you not tired of the boy yet?" asked Mrs. Verdon's silvery voice. "You are very kind, dear Miss Kilner; but pray send him to nurse if he wearies you." "He does not weary me in the least," Elsie answered, looking smilingly into Katherine's face.
Elsie Kilner had a battle to fight, and it must be fought after her own fashion. It was the kind of battle which is fought every day and every hour; but the battlefield is always a silent place, and there is neither broken weapon nor crimson stain to tell us where the strife has been. Elsie's battle was fought in a back room in All Saints' Street on an afternoon in March.
"'To him that hath, shall be given," the old lady quoted. "Miss Kilner, I'm afraid you find me very wearisome, my dear. You wanted to hear about Meta Neale's life in this world, and I am trying to talk about her life in the next. Forgive a foolish old woman, who sits and dreams over her fire." It was pleasant to see the look in Andrew's eyes when his mother called herself a foolish old woman.
We have no proof at all that Meta was a real person." "I own I have no proof," Elsie admitted frankly. "But I have a feeling that I must seek out Jamie." "But perhaps Meta is living and taking care of him still, Miss Kilner. People don't always die when they think their end is near. As a matter of fact, the more they think they are going the longer they stay."
Elsie, walking slowly down the hill, caught a glimpse of the carriage and its occupants, and noted the dainty bonnet bending towards the dark head. A sense of loneliness, of aloofness, seemed to possess her that evening. Mrs. Beaton remarked that she looked languid and pale. "All this excitement has been too much for you, Miss Kilner," she said. "What a day we have had!
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