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"I see they are talking to each other." "They are talking confidentially; talking so that Mrs. Linley can't hear them. Look again." Randal fixed his eyes on Mrs. Presty, with an expression which showed his dislike of that lady a little too plainly. Before he could answer what she had just said to him, his lively little niece hit on a new idea.
"We won't go quite so far as that," she said to him, "because " She stopped, unwilling to dwell too long on a delicate subject. He jocosely finished the sentence for her. "Because we don't know what may happen in the future?" he suggested; making another mistake by making a joke. Mrs. Linley returned to the subject of the governess.
Sydney laid her down again on the pillow, gave her a last kiss, and ran out of the room. In the corridor she heard Linley's voice on the lower floor. He was asking one of the servants if Miss Westerfield was in the house or in the garden. Her first impulse was to advance to the stairs and to answer his question. In a moment more the remembrance of Mrs. Linley checked her.
Linley about a month after his marriage, and containing some other interesting particulars, that show the temptations with which his pride had, at this time, to struggle: "East Burnham, May 12, 1773. "Dear Sir, "I purposely deferred writing to you till I should have settled all matters in London, and in some degree settled ourselves at our little home.
"No such idea entered my head," he answered. "It isn't in you, my dear, to be jealous." Mrs. Linley was not quite satisfied with this view of her character. Her husband's well-intended compliment reminded her that there are occasions when any woman may be jealous, no matter how generous and how gentle she may be.
The Linley school-house had become as a fount of merry sound in the still night; then the loud chorus of the bells, diminishing as they went away, and breaking into streams of music and dying faint in the far woodland. One Nelson Cartright a jack of all trades they called him was the singing-master. He was noted far and wide for song and penmanship.
Third obstacle, her mother's sister being her mother over again in an aggravated form. People who only look at the surface of things might ask what we gain by investigating Miss Westerfield's past life. We gain this: we know what to expect of Miss Westerfield in the future." "I for one," Mrs. Linley interposed, "expect everything that is good and true." "Say she's naturally an angel," Mrs.
Presty maliciously observant of the governess, sitting silent and apart in a corner approached her daughter in a hurry; to all appearance with a special object in view. Linley was at no loss to guess what that object might be. "Will you do me a favor, Catherine?" Mrs. Presty began. "I wish to say a word to you in your own room." "Oh, mamma, have some mercy on me, and put it off till to-morrow!"
Time only meets with flat contradiction when he ventures to tell a woman that she is growing old. Herbert Linley had rashly anticipated that the "young lady," whom it was the object of his visit to see, would prove to be young in the literal sense of the word. When he and Miss Wigger stood face to face, if the door had been set open for him, he would have left the house with the greatest pleasure.
With amazing activity for a woman of her age, she ran across the room to burn it. Younger and quicker, Mrs. Linley got to the fireplace first, and seized the letter. "There is something more!" she exclaimed. "And you are afraid of my knowing what it is." "Don't read it!" Mrs. Presty called out.
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