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How shockingly you do talk, Edgar," cried Mrs. Melwyn. "I wish you would not say such things you make one quite start. The idea is too horrible besides, it can not be true. People don't starve to death nowadays at least not in a sort of case like that." "I don't know such things do sound as if they couldn't be true and yet," said Catherine, "they do come very nearly to the truth at times."
My wife insists upon making your acquaintance, and scuttled me off this morning without giving me time to eat my breakfast, though, to own the truth, I was ready enough of myself to set out. The general desired me to bring his card; he is too infirm to go out himself, and he and Mrs. Melwyn request the favor of your company to dinner to-morrow at six o'clock."
But whatever pleasure you may mutually afford each other will soon be at an end, I fear; and I have been beating my brains all the way coming home, to think what must be done." "Why must the pleasure come so soon to an end, Edgar?" asked Mrs. Melwyn. "Why, if something can't be done, the poor lad is in a fair way to be starved to death," was the answer. "Starved to death!
Mrs. Melwyn, in her soft gray silks and fine laces; her fair, colorless cheek; her tender eyes bent downward; her devout, gentle, meek, humble attitude and expression; Catherine by her side, in all the full bloom of health and happiness; that charming-looking, handsome Edgar; and Lettice, with so much character in her countenance, seated upon one side of the room, formed a charming row of listening faces, with this rugged, magnificent-looking old general at their head.
But that it had one we know and to it the little party came at last. A gate led to some fields belonging to the estate of the Hazels Lettice and the nurse prepared to open it and enter. "Good morning, sir," said Lettice, "this is my way; I will strive to do something for the poor woman you recommended to me, and I will mention your recommendation to Mrs. Melwyn."
Melwyn seconded their designs with her most fervent wishes. She could not venture to do much more. To have expressed her sentiments upon the subject to have said how much she felt the necessity of some such plan, and how ardently she desired that it might be carried into execution, would have been one very likely reason for setting her wayward old partner against it.
Leger, be it understood, had not stipulated for obligatory attendance upon this service only for the right to have candles in the library, and of reading prayers to such as might chose to come; but Mrs. Melwyn had ordered the servants to attend; and she, and Edgar, and Catherine, were also there, leaving poor Lettice to take charge of the general.
Besides, if he did write a book, it's a hundred to one whether he got any thing for it; and, moreover, the book is not written; and there is an old proverb which says, while the grass grows the horse starves. He literally will starve, if some expedient can not be hit upon." "And that is too, too dreadful to think of," cried Mrs. Melwyn piteously. "Oh, general!" "Oh, papa! oh, Edgar!
According to a fashion almost universally prevalent when General Melwyn was young, except with those of professed religious habits, and who were universally stigmatized as Methodists, family prayer had been utterly neglected in his family.
Thomas and the general never exactly understood or suited each other." "I don't know I never heard." "I am myself not utterly unknown to every member of the family. I was at school with the young gentleman who married Miss Melwyn.... Yet why do I recall it? He has probably forgotten me altogether.... And yet, perhaps, not altogether. Possibly he might remember James St. Leger;" and he sighed.
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