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She wanted to be sure that if he should ever come back, there would be a hand outstretched to help him. "He only wanted help," she said; "and no one has ever helped him, though he tried so hard and worked so. Aimée knows how hard he worked, don't you, Aimée?" "Yes," answered Aimée, turning her working face away. "I should like you to promise," said Dolly, wistfully, to Miss MacDowlas.
Griffith did not visit Brabazon Lodge himself, he had given that up long ago, indeed had only once paid his respects to his relative since her arrival in London. That one visit, short and ceremonious as it was, had been enough for him. Like many estimable ladies, Miss MacDowlas had prejudices of her own which were hard to remove, and appearances had been against her nephew.
She had been dozing, and on awakening she began to talk. "Aimée," she said, "where is Miss MacDowlas?" "In her room. I persuaded her to go and lie down." "I am very glad," quietly. "I want to do something particular. I want Grif's letters, Aimée." "Where are they?" Aimée asked. "In a box in my trunk. I should like to have them now." Aimée brought them to her without comment.
That had been long ago, even before Griffith's time, but she had not forgotten the experience, and she knew it would have been a severe shock to her innocent self-love and self-gratulation, if any one had hinted to her that there was a doubt of her captive's honesty. She was roused from her reverie by a message from Miss MacDowlas. It was only a commonplace sort of message.
"May I ask," said Miss MacDowlas, at the bottom of the table, to Lady Augusta, "may I ask who that young lady with the fresh completion is, the young lady in white at the other end?" "That is my governess," replied her ladyship, freezingly. "Miss Dorothea Crewe." And Miss MacDowlas settled her eye-glass and gave Miss Dorothea Crewe the benefit of a prolonged examination.
They had naturally not had a very excellent opinion of Miss MacDowlas in the past days; but the fact that Dolly had managed to so win upon her as to bring out her best side, quite softened their hearts. She was not so grim, after all.
You are in trouble now." "Take off your things," said Dolly, with a helpless little sob, "and and then I will tell you all about it. You must stay and have tea with me. Miss MacDowlas is away, and I am all alone, and and, O Aimée!" The hat and jacket were laid aside in two minutes, and Aimée came back to her and knelt down. "Is there anything in your letter you do not want me to see?" she asked.
Dolly instinctively called to her almost aloud. She could not resist the impulse. "Mollie!" she said. "Mollie!" But, of course, Mollie did not hear her, and the carriage passed her, and Dolly sank back into her corner catching her breath. "It was not a mistake," she said; "it was true. It is worse than I thought. Miss MacDowlas was right. It was no accident which brought them both here.
If she shed tears Dolly did not see them, and if she mourned Dolly was not disturbed by her sorrow. "I have come to help Miss MacDowlas to take care of you, Dolly," she said, when she gave her her greeting kiss, and Dolly smiled and kissed her in return. But it was a terribly hard matter to fight through at first. Of course, as the girl had become weaker she had lost power over herself.
Half an hour later the girl returned to consciousness to find herself lying comfortably in bed, the chamber empty save for herself and Miss MacDowlas, who was standing at her side watching her. "Better?" she said. "That is right, my dear. The evening was too much for you, as I was afraid it would be. You are not as strong as you should be." "No," Dolly answered, quietly.
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