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Then came the end. The will was read, and everything was left to Robert Kilner. "But Elsie cannot say that she is not provided for," said Bertha to her friends. "Her godmother old Mrs. Hardie, you know left her a hundred and fifty a year. Quite a fortune, is it not?"
Andrew Beaton was in his old place behind the counter, but his face did not look any brighter than usual. "No answer yet, Miss Kilner," he said. "My mother is worried about the matter. She thinks that we have neglected a duty. I am glad you have come. She is too much alone." Elsie found the old lady sitting dejectedly in her little parlour, but she brightened at the sight of her visitor.
She had felt one slight pang of jealousy when she had been told of his engagement, and that was all. This quiet half-hour spent by Jamie's bed had set everything right in her life. She understood herself now, and could even think of something pretty to give Miss Kilner for a wedding present. "Jamie shall give her something from himself," she decided.
Verdon, really touched by Elsie's feeling for the child. She talked on, pleasantly and fluently. It was evidently her fancy to make much of Miss Kilner and take possession of her. Elsie accepted the invitation to dinner, partly because Mrs. Verdon was really a very pleasant person, but chiefly because her heart still clung to Jamie.
"If I had only known that Waring had left a nephew alone in the world I should have claimed him," he went on, with a ring of determination in his voice. "My name is Wayne Arnold Wayne you may have heard Mr. Waring speak of me?" "Yes, sir, we have," Mrs. Beaton replied. "Here is Miss Kilner, who found your name in poor Miss Neale's manuscript. Miss Neale, sir, was engaged to be married to Mr.
He had never been thoroughly in love with Lily; he had only felt for her that spurious kind of love which grows out of proximity. But she, poor girl, had set all her hopes upon him, and was very miserable when she saw what Elsie had done. She began to think that she had made an enemy of Miss Kilner. "It was Mary's fault," she thought bitterly.
There was not a single quiet minute with Miss Kilner; she was devoted to the boy, and would not let him go out of her sight. Arnold Wayne, who dropped in unexpectedly, behaved in quite a fatherly manner to Jamie, and did not hesitate to rebuke him when his gambols went too far. Looking back on the past four days, Elsie acknowledged to herself that they had been days of pleasantness.
Miss Kilner, wrapt in a soft buff shawl, paused a second to look down into the dark moat. Only a few moonbeams touched the still water; the rushes stood up like tall black spears; one could fancy armed men crouched in ambush there in the shadow of the arch. She walked on again by Mrs. Lennard's side. "We were rather dull at the Court to-night," said Francis.
There was nothing more to be extracted from her. It was clear that she had told all she could tell. Elsie turned to Andrew with a look of distress more eloquent than words. As he met the sorrowful gaze of her beautiful dark eyes, a light seemed suddenly to flash from his, and he spoke out in a resolute tone. "Don't be afraid that I shall let the grass grow under my feet, Miss Kilner.
Is this not, in all probability, due to the fact that the mind is, at such times, forced in upon itself; as it were instead of being directed outwards away from the centre of being, as it is daily, during conscious life? It is probably nature's protective device ensuring the stability and integrity of the psychic "self." Kilner, The Human Atmosphere.
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