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Presty's excitement found its overflow in talking perpetually. Her daughter had nothing to say, and cared nothing where they went; all outward manifestation of life in her seemed to be suspended at that terrible time of expectation. They wandered here and there, in the quietest part of the grounds. Half an hour passed and no message was received.
Linley followed her daughter and innocently placed a fatal obstacle in Mrs. Presty's way by leaving the room. Having consulted each other by a look, Linley and the governess went out next. Left alone with Randal, Mrs. Presty's anger, under the complete overthrow of her carefully-laid scheme, set restraint at defiance.
"Surely I ought to read a letter forwarded by my lawyer. Why are you hiding the address from me? Is it from some person whose handwriting we both know?" She looked again at her silent mother reflected and guessed the truth. "Give it to me directly," she said; "my husband has written to me." Mrs. Presty's heavy eyebrows gathered into a frown.
But his brother was still in his mind. He opened Mrs. Presty's letter on the chance that it might turn the current of his thoughts in a new direction. In spite of Mrs. Presty, in spite of himself, his heart softened toward the man who had behaved so badly to him.
The one other course that he could take was to mention Captain Bennydeck's name to Sydney, and be guided by the result. As he approached the bell, determining to send a message upstairs, he heard the door opened behind him. Mrs. The Mother-in-Law. Strong as the impression was which Captain Bennydeck had produced on Randal, Mrs. Presty's first words dismissed it from his mind.
He turned back again, in the direction of the hotel. Hesitating once more, he paused half-way along the corridor which led to Catherine's sitting-room. Voices reached him from persons who had entered the house by the front door. He recognized Mrs. Presty's loud confident tones. She was taking leave of friends, and was standing with her back toward him.
She was in such a frenzy of suppressed rage that she actually kissed her hand to them as she left the room! Bennydeck looked after her, convinced that some sinister purpose was concealed under Mrs. Presty's false excuses, and wholly unable to imagine what that purpose might be. Herbert still persisted in trying to force a quarrel on the Captain.
Presty's part was a circumstance without precedent in the experience of her daughter. Mrs. Presty was absolutely silent now. Mrs. Linley looked up. She at once perceived the change in her mother's face and asked what it meant. "Mamma, you look as if something had frightened you. Is it anything in that letter?" She bent over the table, and looked a little closer at the letter. Mrs.
The first which he happened to take up was addressed to him in Mrs. Presty's handwriting. His opinion of this correspondent was expressed in prompt action he threw the letter, unopened, into the waste-paper basket. The next letter was from Bennydeck, written in the kindest terms, but containing no allusion to any contemplated change in his life. No explanation of the cause of this delay followed.
Presty's inquiring mind arrived at discoveries; and Mrs. Presty's sense of duty communicated them to her daughter. If she trusts our fascinating governess, it's because she knows that Miss Westerfield's affections are left behind her in this house. Does my explanation satisfy you?" Mrs. Linley said: "Never let me hear it again!" And Mrs. Presty answered: "How very ungrateful!"
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