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Presty herself discovered the inestimable sixpenny picture-book cast away and forgotten on a distant window-seat. "I have a great mind to keep this," she said to Kitty, "till you are old enough to value it properly." In the moment of her absence at the window, Linley's mother-in-law lost the chance of seeing him whisper to Sydney. "Meet me in the shrubbery in half an hour," he said.
Presty's attention had happened to be turned that way, she might have seen, in the faithful creature's sudden and silent retreat, a warning of her son-in-law's humor at that moment. But she was, or assumed to be, interested in her reading; and she deliberately overlooked Linley's appearance. After waiting a little to attract her attention, he quietly took the newspaper out of her hand.
Her mind was still pursuing its own sad course of inquiry; she was wondering in what part of England Sandyseal might be; she was asking herself if the Nuns at the old moated house ever opened their doors to women, whose one claim on their common Christianity was the claim to be pitied when she heard Linley's footsteps approaching the door.
"Only let me keep Kitty," Mrs. Linley declared, "and I'll do whatever you think right." "Stick to that, dear madam, when you have heard what I have to tell you and I shall not have taken my journey in vain. In the first place, may I look at the letter which I had the honor of forwarding some days since?" Mrs. Presty gave him Herbert Linley's letter.
Linley answered, "and you need say no more.. But there is one thing I should like to know. You have not spoken to me of your mother. Have you lost both your parents?" "No." "Then you were brought up by your mother?" "Yes." "You surely had some experience of kindness when you were a child?" A third short answer would have been no very grateful return for Mrs. Linley's kindness.
Captain Mathews, a married man and intimate with Miss Linley's family, presuming upon the innocent familiarity which her youth and his own station permitted between them, had for some time not only rendered her remarkable by his indiscreet attentions in public, but had even persecuted her in private with those unlawful addresses and proposals, which a timid female will sometimes rather endure, than encounter that share of the shame, which may be reflected upon herself by their disclosure.
"If I had led a happier life," she said, "I might have been able to resist Mr. Linley's kindness. I concealed nothing from him. He knew that I had no friends to speak for me; he knew that I had been dismissed from my employment at the school. Oh, Mrs. Linley, everything I said which would have made other people suspicious of me made him feel for me!
"Nex' t' Joe Linley's cow-pastur'," he ventured presently, "Will you tell us?" the teacher asked, looking at a bright-eyed girl. "In Faraway, New York," said she, glibly. "Tom Linley, I'll take that," said the teacher, in a lazy tone. He was looking down at his book. Where he sat, facing the class, he could see none of the boys without turning. But he had not turned.
However, that is not what I wanted to say; I am the bearer of good news. When we find it necessary to get rid of Miss Westerfield " Mrs. Linley's indignation expressed itself by a look which, for the moment at least, reduced her mother to silence. Always equal to the occasion, however, Mrs.
Sarrazin's news was communicated in these cheering terms: "I am a firmer believer in luck than ever. If we only make haste and won't I make haste! we may get the Divorce, as I calculate, in three weeks' time." Mrs. Linley's application for a Divorce was heard in the first division of the Court of Session at Edinburgh, the Lord President being the judge.
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