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This old woman believed in her own suspicions more devoutly than ever. When the breakfast-bell rang, Sydney found Mrs. Presty in the corridor, waiting to say good morning. "I wonder what you were doing last night, when you ought to have been in bed?" the old lady began, with a treacherous amiability of manner. "Oh, I am not mistaken! your door was open, my dear, and I looked in."
Presty presented herself in the waiting-room. "We have got rid of our enemy!" she announced, "I looked out of the window and saw him leaving the hotel." She paused, struck with the deep dejection expressed in her daughter's attitude. "Catherine!" she exclaimed, "I tell you Herbert has gone, and you look as if you regretted it! Is there anything wrong? Did my message fail to bring him here?" "No."
Presty triumphed inwardly; chance had decided in her favor, after all! "Don't you see," she said to her daughter, "that I am here to answer for myself?" Mrs. Linley still looked at Randal, and still spoke to him. "It is impossible for me to insist on an explanation from my mother," she proceeded. "No matter what I may feel, I must remember that she is my mother.
I don't trust my daughter's interests my much-injured daughter's interests in your hands. They are not clean hands, Mr. Linley. I have a duty to do; and I shall do it to-morrow." "No, Mrs. Presty, you won't do it to-morrow." "Who will prevent me?" "I shall prevent you." "In what way, if you please?" "I don't think it necessary to answer that question.
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!"
Have you any message for Captain Bennydeck?" Randal asked if his friend was then at the hotel. Mrs. Presty smiled significantly. "Not at the hotel, just now." "Where is he?" "Where he is every day, about this time out driving with Catherine and Kitty." It was a relief to Randal in the present state of Catherine's relations toward Bennydeck to return to London without having seen his friend.
She looked almost young again as she mentally reviewed the list of vices and crimes which a governess might commit, who had retired before eleven o'clock, and was not in her bedroom at twelve. On further reflection, it appeared to be barely possible that Miss Westerfield might be preparing her pupil's exercises for the next day. Mrs. Presty descended to the schoolroom on the first floor. No.
Returning to the sitting-room after bidding Kitty goodnight, Mrs. Linley discovered the old lady asleep, and saw that the book on her mother's lap was sliding off. Before she could check the downward movement, the book fell on the floor, and Mrs. Presty woke. "Oh, mamma, I am so sorry! I was just too late to catch it." "It doesn't matter, my dear.
Put yourself in my place and imagine what you would feel if you were told to hold your tongue." Randal wasted no more time on ears that were deaf to remonstrance. Feeling the serious necessity of interfering to some good purpose, he asked where he might find his sister-in-law. "I have taken Catherine into the garden," Mrs. Presty announced. "The doctor himself suggested no, I may say, ordered it.
Presty concluded, "we shall hear more from the lawyer before long." She locked up the letter, and wondered what her daughter would do next. In half an hour Mrs. Linley returned pale, silent, self-contained. She seated herself at her desk; wrote literally one line; signed it without an instant's hesitation, and folded the paper. Before it was secured in the envelope, Mrs.
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