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I've tried, but I can't, and I think I never shall. He may be a very what was it that good little silly curate at Knowl used to call him? a very advanced Christian that is it, and I hope he is; but if he is only what he used to be, his utter seclusion from society removes the only check, except personal fear and he never had much of that upon a very bad man.
So the summons reached me from Uncle Silas. The hours at Knowl were numbered. The evening before I departed I visited the full-length portrait of Uncle Silas, and studied it for the last time carefully, with deep interest, for many minutes; but with results vaguer than ever.
It stated that I might bring two maids with me if I wished so many, and that his next letter would give me the details of my route, and the day of my departure for Derbyshire; and he said that I ought to make arrangements about Knowl during my absence, but that he was hardly the person properly to be consulted on that matter.
At present I suppose she concluded that Lady Knollys would certainly relate whatever she knew concerning her before she left Knowl; and so Madame's reserves, whatever they might be, were dissolving, and she growing childlike and confiding. 'Et comment va monsieur votre père aujourd'hui? 'Very well, I thanked her. 'And how long miladi Knollys her visit is likely to be?
The old house dear, dear Knowl, how could I leave you and all your affectionate associations, and kind looks and voices, for a strange land! With a great sigh I took Uncle Silas's letter, and went down stairs to the drawing-room. From the lobby window, where I loitered for a few moments, I looked out upon the well-known forest-trees. The sun was down.
I might still trace some of its outlines and tints in its living original, whom I was next day to see for the first time in my life. So the morning came my last for many a day at Knowl a day of partings, a day of novelty and regrets. The travelling carriage and post horses were at the door. Cousin Monica's carriage had just carried her away to the railway.
'Here are my two cousins, began Lady Knollys: 'this is Miss Ruthyn, of Knowl, whom I take the liberty of calling Maud; and this is Miss Millicent Ruthyn, Silas's daughter, you know, whom I venture to call Milly; and they are very pretty, as you will see, when we get a little more light, and they know it very well themselves.
'Who came in the chaise, L'Amour? demanded Milly. 'What chaise? spluttered the beldame tartly. 'The chaise that came last night, past two o'clock, said Milly. 'That's a lie, and a damn lie! cried the beldame. 'There worn't no chaise at the door since Miss Maud there come from Knowl. I stared at the audacious old menial who could utter such language.
When I saw him last, his hair was dark; he dressed himself like a modern Englishman; and he really preserved a likeness to the full-length portrait at Knowl, that you fell in love with, you know; but, angels and ministers of grace! such a spectre! I asked myself, is it necromancy, or is it delirium tremens that has reduced him to this?
I started up, staring at the door. 'Lord bless us! cried honest Mary Quince, with round eyes and mouth agape, staring in the same direction. 'Mary Mary, what can it be? 'Are they beating some one down yonder? I don't know where it comes from, gasped Quince. 'I will I will I'll see her. It's her I want. Oo hoo hoo hoo oo o Miss Maud Ruthyn of Knowl. Miss Ruthyn of Knowl. Hoo hoo hoo hoo oo!
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