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Updated: June 17, 2025
Noel Vanstone shook his obstinate little head, and solemnly refused to trifle with his responsibilities. The first event which occurred on Saturday morning was the arrival of Mrs. Lecount's letter to her master, inclosed in one of the envelopes which the captain had addressed to himself.
I will give him a note to the landlord of the hotel, and the carriage shall come back for us to-morrow morning, with another man to drive it." The prospect which those words presented cheered him. He wiped his eyes, and kissed Mrs. Lecount's hand. "Yes!" he said, faintly; "send the coachman away and you stop here. You good creature! You excellent Lecount!
Wragge closed her lips on the spot, and returned to the subject no more. Magdalen, who had been kind to her at all other times, had angrily forbidden it. The captain utterly ignorant of Mrs. Lecount's interest in the secrets of the wardrobe had never so much as approached it.
Lecount's sharp ears detected the mistake the instant it was committed. "So! so!" she thought. "One discovery already. If I had ever doubted my own suspicions, here is an estimable lady who would now have set me right. I beg your pardon," she proceeded, aloud, "did you say this was modeled from one of your niece's dresses?" "Yes," said Mrs. Wragge. "It's as like as two peas." "Then," replied Mrs.
Lecount has written to Mr. Pendril or Miss Garth more likely to Miss Garth. The governess would be easier to deal with than the lawyer." "What can she have said to Miss Garth?" Captain Wragge considered a little. "I can't say what Mrs. Lecount may have written," he said, "but I can tell you what I should have written in Mrs. Lecount's place.
I took and gave it a little squeeze and, oh poor soul, it felt so cold in mine!" When Mrs. Lecount's master made his appearance at two o'clock, he stood alarmingly in need of an anodyne application from Mrs. Lecount's green fan.
You will understand the horror we both felt when I tell you the end. If Mrs. Lecount's statement is to be relied on, Magdalen has carried her mad resolution of recovering her father's fortune to the last and most desperate extremity she has married Michael Vanstone's son under a false name.
Lecount's surprise, instead of answering her, he bent forward in his chair, and looked with staring eyes and pointing hand at the second bottle which she had taken from the cupboard, and which she had hastily laid aside without paying attention to it. Seeing that some new alarm possessed him, she advanced to the table, and looked where he looked.
Lecount's lips, self-forgetfully shutting up, owned they were too thin at the very outset of the interview. "I am surprised you can bear the light out-of-doors without a green shade," she quietly remarked; leaving the false Miss Garth's announcement of herself as completely unnoticed as it she had not spoken at all.
She was dressed with her customary elegance and propriety; and she was the only one of the party on that sultry summer's day who was perfectly cool in the hottest part of the journey. As they left the carriage on their arrival at Dunwich, the captain seized a moment when Mrs. Lecount's eye was off him and fortified Magdalen by a last warning word. "'Ware the cat!" he whispered.
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