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Brett says he would; But Brian God bless him! he might have told me he was living still Brian has gone off to America, poor lad! and Elizabeth Murray well, I'll make her fight, if I can, but I doubt I doubt." "My aunt wants this fellow to have Strathleckie and Netherglen, too, then?" "Yes, she does; so you are cut out there, Hugo.
Then he started violently, and read it again with more attention. It contained one sentence and a signature: "If Dino Vasari of San Stefano will visit me at Netherglen, I will hear what he has to say. "Margaret Luttrell." Could he have expected more? And yet, to his excited fancy, the words seemed cold and hard. There had been solemn council in the house of Netherglen. Mrs. Luttrell and Mr.
"She is your second cousin, ye'll remember; and a good girl into the bargain." "A good girl she may be, and a handsome one; and I would gladly have seen her the mistress of Netherglen if she were Hugo's wife; but Netherglen was never mine, it was my husband's, and though it came to me at his death, it shall stay in the Luttrell family, as he meant it to do.
With Hugo Luttrell's death, the troubles of the family at Netherglen seemed to disappear. Old Mrs. Luttrell's powers of speech remained with her, although she could not use her limbs; and the hardness and stubbornness of her character had undergone a marvellous change. She wept when she heard of Dino's death; but her affection for Brian, and also for Elizabeth, proved to be strong and unwavering.
"Then I won't say the word," said Kitty, turning away her head. "I like Scotland better than the Mediterranean." "Then let it be Scotland. What should you say to Netherglen?" "I prefer Strathleckie," replied the girl, with her most provoking smile. "That is no answer. You must give me an answer some day," said Hugo, whose voice was beginning to tremble. "You know what I mean: you know "
The Herons returned to London shortly after Elizabeth's marriage, and with them Kitty returned, too. But it was a very different Kitty from the one who had frolicked at Strathleckie, or pined at Netherglen. The widowed Mrs.
"You cannot pass that door just yet," he said, with sudden, dangerous calmness. "You must wait until I let you go. You ask if I think you will ever forgive me? Yes, I do. You say you will never see me or speak to me again? I say that you will see me many times, and speak to me in a very different tone before you leave Netherglen."
"But about Hugo, love?" she said, replying to his glance with a smile, which showed that for her at least the fullest earthly bliss had been attained. "Can we not go to Netherglen and send him away? I do not like to think that he is with your mother." "Nor I," said Brian. "Let us go and see." That very evening they set out for Netherglen.
"I'll hear it all from Margaret Luttrell to-morrow morning," he said to himself. "My mind misgives me that there have been strange doings up at Netherglen to-night. But I'll know to-morrow."
Archie Grant's testimony completely exonerated Brian, even of carelessness, and the general opinion was that no positive blame could be attached to anybody for the sad occurrence, and that Mr. Brian Luttrell had the full sympathy and respect of all who knew him and had known his lamented brother, Richard Luttrell of Netherglen. So the matter ended.
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