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"I have done with you, Catherine. You have reached the limits of my maternal endurance at last. I shall set up my own establishment, and live again in memory with Mr. Norman and Mr. Presty. May you be happy. I don't anticipate it." She left the room and came back again for a last word, addressed this time to Randal Linley.
Linley led Sydney to the sofa, and stopped the flow of her daughter's narrative. The look, the voice, the manner of the governess had already made their simple appeal to her generous nature. When her husband took Kitty's hand to lead her with him out of the room, she whispered as he passed: "You have done quite right; I haven't a doubt of it now!" Presty Changes Her Mind.
Looking round to see that he was out of the way, Mrs. Presty rushed forward tore open the door in terror of what might happen and admitted Captain Bennydeck. The Captain's attention was first attracted by the visitor whom he found in the room. He bowed to the stranger; but the first impression produced on him did not appear to have been of the favorable kind, when he turned next to Mrs. Presty.
Linley laughed for the first time, poor soul, since the catastrophe which had broken up her home. Mrs. Presty set a proper example. She moved her chair so that she faced the lawyer, and said: "Now, Mr. Sarrazin!" He acknowledged that he understood what this meant, by a very unprofessional choice of words. "We are in a mess," he began, "and the sooner we are out of it the better."
She justified herself, instead of leaving it to events to justify her. "Miss Westerfield comes here," she argued, "on an errand that is beyond reproach an errand of mercy. Why should you leave the house?" "In justice to you," Linley answered. Mrs. Presty could restrain herself no longer. "Drop it, Catherine!" she said in a whisper.
Presty and I hired a carriage, and drove away to the head of the lake, to catch the train to London. Do you know, Randal, I have altered my opinion of Mrs. Presty?" Randal smiled. "You too have found something in that old woman," he said, "which doesn't appear on the surface." "The occasion seems to bring that something out," the lawyer remarked.
Norman used to attribute it to my excellent digestion. My second husband would never hear of such an explanation as that. His high ideal of women shrank from allusions to stomachs. Vague, perhaps," said Mrs. Presty, modestly looking down at the ample prospect of a personal nature which presented itself below her throat, "but so flattering to one's feelings.
Weak in her French, Catherine," Mrs. Presty pronounced, when the door had closed on the governess; "but what can you expect, poor wretch, after such a life as she has led? Now we are alone, I have a word of advice for your private ear. We have much to anticipate from Miss Westerfield that is pleasant and encouraging. But I don't conceal it from myself or from you, we have also something to fear."
Nobody is hurt; there has been no accident." "They why does he telegraph to me?" Hitherto, Mrs. Presty had only looked at the message. She now read it through attentively to the end. Her face assumed an expression of stern distrust. She shook her head. "Read it yourself," she answered; "and remember what I told you, when you trusted your husband to find a governess for my grandchild.
Presty repeated, "he has given us our Divorce." She returned to the sideboard, poured out a second dose of the remedy against worry, and took it herself. "What sort of character does the Lord President bear?" she asked when she had emptied her glass. This seemed to be an extraordinary question to put, under the circumstances. Mr. Sarrazin answered it, however, to the best of his ability.
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