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"We have tried to get Mr. Mirabel to enlighten us, and tried in vain," she said. "You are a favorite. Have you succeeded?" "I have made no attempt to succeed," Emily replied. "My only object is to relieve Mr. Mirabel's anxiety, if I can with your help, Mr. Morris." "In what way can I help you?" "You mustn't be angry." "Do I look angry?" "You look serious. It is a very simple thing. Mr.
Alban listened at a loss to know what interest he was supposed to have in being made acquainted with Mr. Mirabel's engagements. Miss Jethro's next words enlightened him. "You are perhaps aware," she resumed, "that Miss Emily Brown is Miss Wyvil's intimate friend. She will be one of the guests at Monksmoor Park.
Mirabel is very nice," she admitted; "but I wouldn't marry him. Would you?" Emily secretly compared Alban with Mirabel. "Not for the world!" she answered. The next day was the day of Mirabel's departure. His admirers among the ladies followed him out to the door, at which Mr. Wyvil's carriage was waiting. Francine threw a nosegay after the departing guest as he got in.
The lad gave the necessary directions. Mirabel walked away slowly, with his hands in his pockets. His nerves had been shaken; he thought a little fruit might refresh him. In the meanwhile Emily had been true to her promise to relieve Mirabel's anxieties, on the subject of Miss Jethro.
"I shall go to Belford and you will go with me." The groom interfered. "I beg your pardon, miss. It was Mr. Mirabel's most particular wish that you were not, on any account, to go to Belford." "Why not?" "He didn't say." Emily eyed the note in the man's hand with well-grounded distrust.
Delvin, I must get there." "Pardon me. My brother represents you in this matter. Leave it to my brother." The tone taken by Mirabel's sister was positive, to say the least of it. Emily thought of what her faithful old servant had said, and began to doubt her own discretion in so readily showing the letter.
Mirabel had reached the station five minutes too late; the coachman had left him waiting the arrival of the next train to the North. He would now receive the telegraphic message at Belford, and might return immediately by taking the groom's horse. Mrs. Delvin left it to Emily to decide whether she would proceed by herself to Redwood Hall, or wait for Mirabel's return.
At the same time, after he had stated the object of his visit, something odd began to show itself in the doctor's manner. He looked at Mirabel with an appearance of uneasy curiosity; and he contrived an excuse for altering the visitor's position in the room, so that the light fell full on Mirabel's face. "I fancy I must have seen you," the doctor said, "at some former time."
Before it was possible to decide, the time for the meeting had arrived. Mr. Wyvil's friends were of course accommodated with seats on the platform. Francine, still insisting on her claim to Mirabel's arm, got a chair next to him. As she seated herself, she left him free for a moment. In that moment, the infatuated man took an empty chair on the other side of him, and placed it for Emily.
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