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Miss Rothesay, I am very foolish, I know, but it almost breaks my heart to say good-bye to my poor little garden!" Her voice faltered, and at last her tears began to fall not bitterly, but in a quiet, gentle way, like the dropping of evening rain. However, she soon recovered herself, and began to talk of her brother and of Rome.
"Yes, always; when I say I will, it is generally done. The road is uneven and rough, will my arm aid you, Miss Rothesay?" She accepted it, perhaps the more readily because it was offered less as a courtesy than a support, and one not unneeded, for Olive was rather tired with her morning's exertions, and with the excitement of talking to strangers.
Flora Rothesay, by a will made a little before her death, had devised her whole fortune to Harold, on condition that he should take the name of his ancestors on the mother's side, and be henceforth Harold Gordon Gwynne.
He ceased to rage, and sat in a sullen silence for many minutes. Meanwhile Olive took away every temptation from his sight. Then she roused him gently. "Now, papa, it is time to go to bed. Pray, come upstairs." He the calm, gentlemanlike, Captain Rothesay burst into a storm of passion that would have disgraced a boor. "How dare you order me about in this manner!
"You, my dear, you want money!" cried Miss Meliora, who had always looked upon her new inmate, Mrs. Rothesay, as a sort of domestic gold-mine. But she had the delicacy not to press Olive further. "I do. I can't tell you why, but it is for a good a holy purpose Oh, Miss Vanbrugh, if you could but show me any way of earning money for myself!
Rothesay's surpassing beauty included beautiful hands and feet; a blessing which Nature often niggardly in her gifts does not always extend to pretty women, but bestows it on those who have infinitely more reason to be thankful for the boon. "See, nurse Elspie," said Mrs. Rothesay, laughing in her childish way; "see how fast the little creature holds my finger!
"Do not let me disturb you, my dear," said she gently, as the little girl seemed shy and frightened, and about to run away. But Miss Rothesay, who loved all children, began to talk to her, and very soon succeeded in conquering the timidity of the pretty little maiden. For she was a pretty creature.
"Miss Rothesay, I I don't intend going away, believe me!" Christal turned quickly round. "What are you saying, Mr. Derwent?" He hung his head and looked foolish. "I mean that Brighton is too gay, and thoughtless, and noisy a place for me I would rather stay at Harbury." "You fickle, changeable, sentimental creature! I wouldn't be a man like you for the world!"
"I had forgotten," muttered Captain Rothesay to himself. "Of course, she will never marry. Poor child! poor child!" He kissed her very tenderly, then lighted his candle, and went upstairs to bed, holding her hand all the way, until they parted at her room door, when he kissed her a second time. As he did so, she contrived to whisper "Mamma is sure to wake; she always does when you come in.
"Oh, God! since Thou hast willed it so if in this world I must walk alone, do Thou walk with me! If I must know no human love, fill my soul with Thine! If earthly joy be far from me, give me that peace of Heaven which passeth all understanding!" And so mournful, yet serene Olive Rothesay reached her home. She found her friend there.
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