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A notion that he was not likely to live prevailed about Mortgrange, which, however originated, was nourished doubtless by the fact that he was so seldom seen. In reality, however, there was not a healthier child in all England than Richard Lestrange.
There used to be a portrait," he went on, " over the chimney-piece, the portrait of a lady not well painted, I fancy, but I liked it: what has become of it?" Then first it began to dawn on Mrs. Locke that the young man who mended the books and the heir to Mortgrange were the same person. "It fell down one day, and has not been put up agin," she answered. "Do you know where it is?"
Richard, however, well as he liked the anvil, was not so sure about this: there might be books to read after he had done his day's duty by their garments! He had half laid out for himself a plan of study in his leisure time, he said. It was a lovely evening when he arrived at Mortgrange from his grandfather's.
The misconception she was thus risking in the future, had already often prevented her from going to Mortgrange.
Such a man is in danger of doing many things unbefitting a gentleman. For the measure of a gentleman is not a man's ideal of himself. His uneasiness grew as day after day went by, and Barbara did not appear at Mortgrange. He was not aware that Richard saw no more of her than himself.
Everybody at Mortgrange liked her; nearly everybody at Mortgrange had some different fault to find with her; all agreed that she wanted taming except sir Wilton, who allowed the wildness, but would not hear of the taming. The hour of the morning or the night at which she would not go wandering alone about the park, or even outside it, had not yet been discovered.
Then with a sigh would Barbara come to herself, the centre of many regards. Arthur Lestrange found himself no nearer to her than before farther off indeed; for here he was but one among many that sought her. But her behaviour to him was the same in a crowded room in London as in the garden at Mortgrange.
When the sun had made his round, and yielded his place to the friendly night, she would start afresh! In her bundle she had enough for the baby; for herself, she could hold out many hours unfed. A few more miles from Mortgrange, and no one would know her, neither from any possible description could they be suspected in the garments they wore!
She often thought of him, what he had done for her, and what she had tried to do for him, and was certain he would one day believe in God. She did not suspect any quarrel with the people at Mortgrange. She thought perhaps the secret concerning him had come out, and he did not choose to remain in a house the head of which, if lady Ann's tale was true, had so bitterly wronged his mother.
Look there, with your miserable tradesman's-eyes: all those books will be yours one day! to put in the fire if you like, or mend at from morning to night, just as you choose! You fool! Ain't you my son, heir to Mortgrange, and whatever I may choose to give you besides!" Richard's heart gave a bound as if it would leap to heaven.
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