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Updated: June 16, 2025
Macallan's wife. Where will you sit? Near the light? You are young enough not to be afraid of the daylight just yet. Is this your first visit to Edinburgh? Pray let me make it as pleasant to you as I can. I shall be delighted to present Mrs. Playmore to you. We are staying in Edinburgh for a little while. The Italian opera is here, and we have a box for to-night.
Eustace Macallan had certainly presented itself to that lady's mind, and was certainly considered by her to be too dangerous a topic of discourse to be pursued. Innocent Mr. Macallan would have gone on talking. Mrs. Beauly is discreet and stops him. On the day of Mrs. Eustace Macallan's death, the nurse is dismissed from attendance, and is sent downstairs.
To this was added, in a postscript: "Ask Mr. Benjamin if he were near enough to the library door to hear Dexter tell you of his entering the bedchamber on the night of Mrs. Eustace Macallan's death." I put the question to Benjamin when we met at the luncheon-table before setting forth for the distant suburb in which Miserrimus Dexter lived.
Nevertheless, I felt it my duty to stop the correspondence. "My interference what else could I do but interfere? brought matters to a crisis. One day my niece was missing at breakfast-time. The next day we discovered that the poor infatuated creature had gone to Mr. Macallan's chambers in London, and had been found hidden in his bedroom by some bachelor friends who came to visit him.
The first extract related to a period of nearly a year before the date of Mrs. Eustace Macallan's death. It was expressed in these terms: "News, by this morning's post, which has quite overwhelmed me. Helena's husband died suddenly two days since of heart-disease. She is free my beloved Helena is free! And I? "I am fettered to a woman with whom I have not a single feeling in common.
Macallan's house in London offered us ample accommodation. We gladly availed ourselves of her proposal, when she invited us to stay with her until our child was born, and our plans for the future were arranged. Miserrimus Dexter's release from the burden of life had come to him by slow degrees. A few hours before he breathed his last he rallied for a while, and recognized Ariel at his bedside.
This was the man whose advice I had come to ask who assistance I had confidently counted on in my hour of need. Macallan, "I was wrong, and you were right. Let us go." The ears of Miserrimus Dexter must have been as sensitive as the ears of a dog. He heard me say, "Let us go." "No!" he called out. "Bring Eustace Macallan's second wife in here. I am a gentleman I must apologize to her.
If there is more news to tell you by that time you will hear of it from Mr. Playmore." Mr. Playmore's postscript followed, dated three days later. "The concluding part of the late Mrs. Macallan's letter to her husband," the lawyer wrote, "has proved accidentally to be the first part which we have succeeded in piecing together.
Macallan that Mrs. Beauly was in the house. Mrs. Beauly had wished to postpone her visit on account of the state of Mrs. Macallan's health. It was Mrs. Macallan herself not her husband who decided that Mrs. Beauly should not be disappointed, and should pay her visit to Gleninch then and there. Further, Mrs. There was hardly a dry eye in the house when it was known she was dying.
Macallan's bedchamber. Locked! I looked through the keyhole Was there something hanging over it, on the other side? I can't say I only know there was nothing to be seen but blank darkness. I listened. Nothing to be heard. Same blank darkness, same absolute silence, inside the locked second door of Mrs. Eustace's room, opening on the corridor. I went on to her husband's bedchamber.
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