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Updated: June 21, 2025
If Rainscourt was pleased with the improvement of Emily, who was now more than fourteen years old, how much more was he astonished at the appearance of his wife, who, to his eyes, seemed even handsomer, if possible, than on the day when he had led her to the altar. For more than two years, content, if not perfect happiness, had been Mrs Rainscourt's lot.
It was too much that evening he ordered the horses, and left Cheltenham for ever. Various were the reports of the subsequent week. Some said that the fierce dog had broken open the urn, and devoured the embalmed heart. Some told one story some another; and before the week was over, all the stories had become incomprehensible. In one point they all agreed that Mr Rainscourt's grief was all humbug.
He had seen and admired his future spouse; but still, as he required an alliance which would enable him to indulge in his extravagance, and as her parents were aware that Rainscourt was, or would soon be, a ruined man, in all probability they would never have come in contact, but have rolled in different orbits, more consonant to their views and their happiness, had it not occurred that, at a large and convivial party, Rainscourt's vanity had been piqued by his companions, who told him that he never could obtain the hand of Miss , whose parents aspired to a higher connection.
"I said that the wounded person might die. Norah, he must die." The old woman looked up earnestly at Rainscourt's face, as if to understand him. "I see!" then remaining with her head down for some time, as if in cogitation; she again looked up. "Will father O'Sullivan give me absolution for that?" "He will he shall I will pay for ten thousand masses for your soul over and above."
He advanced to the sofa, and attempted to open her clenched hands; but whether Mrs Rainscourt's hysterics were only feigned, or of such violence as to defy the strength of her husband, all his efforts to extract the letters proved ineffectual, and, after several unavailing attempts, he desisted from his exertions. "What else is good for her, Emily?"
"The old gentleman's name is Hornblow. He is the lady's father, and as rich as a Jew, they say," continued Mrs Rainscourt's maid. "Mrs Rainscourt don't live with her husband, ma'am; by all accounts he's a bad 'un," continued the Abigail of Susan.
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