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Linley's mother seemed, by some inscrutable process, to thrive morally under the encouraging influences of the sea air. It may be a bold thing to say, but it is surely true that our virtues depend greatly on the state of our health. During the second week, the reports sent to Mount Morven were less encouraging. The improvement in Kitty was maintained; but it made no further progress.
This was Mr. Linley's younger brother, known at present to be traveling on the Continent. Two trustworthy old servants had been left in charge at Mount Morven and there was the whole story; and that was why the house was shut up. In a cottage on the banks of one of the Cumberland Lakes, two ladies were seated at the breakfast-table.
No sign of hesitation appeared in it the one thought in her mind now was the thought of the child. She called the maid back. "Order the carriage." "At what time do you want it, ma'am?" "At once!" Mrs. Linley's first impulse in ordering the carriage was to use it herself. One look at the child reminded her that her freedom of action began and ended at the bedside.
I never saw any one pick up a language as cleverly as she did the few weeks we were in Paris." "O, she is clever enough if she wants to be! There is a French woman teaching at Miss Linley's Seminary. She will perfect her. And I have heard she also plays well. It would be a good thing to engage her for Sophy, two or three hours a day. A teacher for grammar, history, writing, etc., is easily found.
Linley's mother; and being otherwise noticeable for having married two husbands, and survived them both. The first of these gentlemen the Right Honorable Joseph Norman had been a member of Parliament, and had taken office under Government. Mrs. Linley was his one surviving child. After hesitating for some little time, Mrs.
"I would rather not consult him." "Will you let me consult him for you?" "Thank you no." "Why not?" "After what Randal has written to me, I don't attach any value to his opinion." With that reply she sent her letter to the post, and went back again to Kitty. After this, Mrs. Presty resolved to wait the arrival of Herbert Linley's answer, and to let events take their course.
In tones that trembled with agitation, he said to her: "Are you ill?" "Shameless and wicked," she answered. "Not ill." She pointed to the bracelet on the grass. "Take it up; I am not fit to touch it. Look on the inner side." He remembered the inscription: "To Sydney Westerfield, with Catherine Linley's love." His head sank on his breast; he understood her at last.
Herbert Linley's good breeding was even capable of suppressing all outward expression of the dismay that he felt, on finding himself face to face with the formidable person who had received him. "What is your business, if you please?" Miss Wigger began. Men, animals, and buildings wear out with years, and submit to their hard lot.
"You seem to doubt about it, Herbert. Why?" "I was only wondering " "Wondering about what?" "Has Miss Westerfield got a gown, Catherine, that will do for a party?" Linley's wife looked at him as if she doubted the evidence of her own senses. "Fancy a man thinking of that!" she exclaimed. "Herbert, you astonish me." He laughed uneasily.
He simply inclosed a letter received at his office. Mrs. Presty had long passed the age at which emotion expresses itself outwardly by a change of color. She turned pale, nevertheless, when she looked at the second letter. The address was in Herbert Linley's handwriting. When she was not eating her meals or asleep in her bed, absolute silence on Mrs.
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