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Lecount could throw an instant's doubt on the genuineness of the neuralgic attack, her master's fidgety sympathy declared itself exactly as the captain had anticipated, in the most active manifestations. He stopped the carriage, and insisted on an immediate change in the arrangement of the places the comfortable back seat for Miss Bygrave and her uncle, the front seat for Lecount and himself.
The art of keeping fish and reptiles as domestic pets had not at that time been popularized in England; and Magdalen, on entering the room, started back, in irrepressible astonishment and disgust, from the first specimen of an Aquarium that she had ever seen. "Don't be alarmed," said a woman's voice behind her. "My pets hurt nobody." Magdalen turned, and confronted Mrs. Lecount.
One glance at him was enough to show that he had seen the housekeeper passing out through his garden gate. Rightly conjecturing that Mr. Bygrave's first impulse would lead him to make instant inquiries in his own house, Mrs. Lecount pursued her way back to Sea View as composedly as if nothing had happened.
She looked at him with a merciless steadiness. He drew back a few steps, cowering under her eye. "I can't say," he stammered. "I don't know. What do you mean by these questions? I never thought about the moles afterward; I never looked. She wears her hair low " "She has excellent reasons to wear it low, sir," remarked Mrs. Lecount.
Lecount, adroitly, "there must be some serious mistake in the making of your niece's dress. Can you show it to me?" "Bless your heart yes!" cried Mrs. Wragge. "Step this way, ma'am; and bring the gown along with you, please. It keeps sliding off, out of pure aggravation, if you lay it out on the table. There's lots of room on the bed in here."
"What a head you have got!" were the grateful words which he now spoke again to Mrs. Lecount herself. So do extremes meet; and such is sometimes the all-embracing capacity of the approval of a fool! "Allow my head, sir, to deserve the compliment which you have paid to it," said Mrs. Lecount. "The letter to the admiral is not written yet.
Lecount listened to her description of the specter's costume, the specter's hurry on the stairs, and the specter's disappearance in the bedroom; the extraordinary interest which Mrs. Lecount displayed on hearing that the dress in the wardrobe was the very dress in which Magdalen happened to be attired at the awful moment when the ghost vanished, encouraged Mrs.
Give a determined woman a year to plot and contrive in, and there is no saying what she may not do." "Six months?" suggested Noel Vanstone. "Six months, sir," rejoined Mrs. Lecount, "is the preferable time of the two. A six months' interval from the day of your death is enough for Mr. George. You look discomposed, sir; what is the matter?"
He suddenly checked himself and his face became dejected and perplexed. "How can I do it now?" he asked, throwing down the pen as quickly as he had taken it up. "Do what, sir?" inquired Mrs. Lecount. "How can I make my will, with Mr. Loscombe away in London, and no lawyer here to help me?" Mrs. Lecount gently tapped the papers before her on the table with her forefinger.
The servant returning to Sea View with this message, met the postman, and took into the breakfast-room with her two letters addressed to Mrs. Lecount. The first letter was in a handwriting familiar to the housekeeper.
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