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"I don't know how you will ascertain, certainly, unless you ask the lady herself," replied the friend. "I will find out within an hour, if I have to do what you suggest. Sefton offered himself! I declare, I didn't dream that any particular intimacy existed between them.
"The trouble with Redfield," broke in Raymond, "is that he wants all the twenty-four hours of every day for his own talking." "True! true in a sense," said the Secretary, "but he is a member of the House Committee on Military Affairs and is an influential man." "I thank you, Mr. Secretary," said Winthrop, "but the article is already written." A shade crossed the face of Mr. Sefton.
Charmian's pen stopped in the very middle of a letter, and she bent down to examine what she had been writing. "Oh!" said she very softly, "the Lady Sophia Sefton of Cambourne?" "Yes," said I. "And your cousin Sir Maurice were the conditions the same in his case?" "Precisely!" "Oh!" said Charmian, just as softly as before, "and this lady she will not marry you?" "No," I answered.
The vicar of Melton called her "The benevolent Mrs. Sefton," but she and Edna never entered a cottage, never sat beside a sick bed, nor smoothed a dying pillow. Edna would have been horrified at such a suggestion. What had her bright youth to do with disease, dirt and misery? "Don't tell me about it," was her usual cry, when any one volunteered to relate some piteous story.
Roland Sefton, her husband, the unhappy man whose body lies here, was guilty of a crime; and died miserably while a fugitive from our country. His death consigned the crime to oblivion; no one remembered it against her and her children. But if he had lived he would have been a convict; and she, and Felix, and Hilda would have shared his ignominy.
"But of course one meets every one at Brighton, so I ought not to be surprised. I only came down last night, and I have already exchanged greetings with half a dozen acquaintances. Have you been here long?" "About ten days. I am staying with the Sefton's at Glenyan Mansions. Mrs. Sefton and Edna are both here." "Edna here?" and then he bit his lip, and a dark flush crossed his face.
Sefton had established her in the corner of the couch, and was questioning her with polite interest about her journey, she found herself answering in almost monosyllabic replies, as though she were tongue-tied. "I cannot tell what came over me," she wrote the next day to her mother; "I never felt so bashful and stupid in my life; and yet Mrs.
"We heard," he went on, "that it was believed Roland Sefton's confidential clerk was the actual culprit; and Sefton himself was only guilty of negligence. Mr. Clifford himself told Lord Riversdale that Sefton was gone away on a long holiday, and might not be back for months; and something of the same kind was put forth in a circular issued from the Old Bank.
Then they drove leisurely through Sefton Park, thence townward to the station. They had a few moments to wait, during which the driver stroked the horse's nose, talking to him all the while not to be afraid of the noisy cars. The whistle's shrill pipe sounded and the train rolled in. The captain stood by his horse, while Lucy went to the platform, and met Chester as he leaped from the car.
The weeks passed by in Riversborough, and brought no satisfactory conclusion to the guarded investigations of the police. A close search made among Acton's private papers produced no discovery. His will was among them, leaving all he had to leave, which was not much, to Felix, the son of his friend and employer, Roland Sefton.
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