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Updated: June 17, 2025
Waiting for Sydney to come into the bedroom as usual and wish her good-night, Kitty was astonished by the appearance of her grandmother, entering on tiptoe from the corridor, with a small paper parcel in her hand. "Whisper!" said Mrs. Presty, pointing to the open door of communication with Mrs. Linley's room. "This is your birthday present. You mustn't look at it till you wake to-morrow morning."
Linley's removal necessary, at the moment of all others most interesting to herself the moment before the judge's decision was announced. But, as the event proved, the poor lady's withdrawal was the most fortunate circumstance that could have occurred, in her own interests.
She, however, was as ignorant of the transaction as themselves, and their mutual distress being heightened by sympathy, a scene of tears and fainting-fits ensued, of which no less remarkable a person than Doctor Priestley, who lodged in Mr. Linley's house at the time, happened to be a witness. On the arrival of the brothers in town, Richard Sheridan instantly called Mathews out.
This discovery suggested serious embarrassment in the future. Mrs. Presty asked what was to be done next. Mr. Sarrazin answered: "Let us have our breakfast." In another quarter of an hour they were both in Mrs. Linley's room. Her agitated manner, her reddened eyes, showed that she was still suffering under the emotions of the past night.
The spring in the bracelet that Sydney wore gave way as she held him to her; the bright trinket fell on the grass at her feet. The man never noticed it. The woman saw her pretty ornament as it dropped from her arm saw, and remembered Mrs. Linley's gift. Cold and pale with horror of herself confessed in the action, simple as it was she drew back from him in dead silence. He was astounded.
"Expect me to-morrow on business which requires personal consultation." That was the message. In taking the long journey to Cumberland, Mrs. Linley's legal adviser sacrificed two days of his precious time in London. Something serious must assuredly have happened. In the meantime, who was the lawyer? He was Mr. Sarrazin, of Lincoln's Inn Fields. Was he an Englishman or a Frenchman?
If Kitty recognizes her governess there, I tell you plainly, is the one chance of saving the child's life." Mrs. Linley's resolution flashed on him in her weary eyes the eyes which, by day and night alike, had known so little rest. She rang for her maid. "Tell your master I want to speak to him." The woman answered: "My master has gone out." The doctor watched the mother's face.
Catherine refused to drop it; Linley's short and sharp reply had irritated her. "After my experience," she persisted, "have I no reason to trust you?" "It is part of your experience," he reminded her, "that I promised not to see Miss Westerfield again." "Own it at once!" she broke out, provoked beyond endurance; "though I may be willing to trust you you are afraid to trust yourself." Unlucky Mrs.
His lordship then decreed the Divorce in the customary form, giving the custody of the child to the mother. As fast as a hired carriage could take him, Mr. Sarrazin drove from the court to Mrs. Linley's lodgings, to tell her that the one great object of securing her right to her child had been achieved. At the door he was met by Mrs. Presty.
Her husband and Sydney Westerfield together in the shrubbery and Sydney crying. Had Mrs. Presty's abominable suspicion of them reached their ears? or? No! that second possibility might be estimated at its right value by any other woman; not by Herbert Linley's wife. She snatched up the newspaper, and fixed her eyes on it in the hope of fixing her mind on it next.
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