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But I am convinced that she has not left Blanche without a serious reason for it. And I believe you will be encouraging your wife in a hopeless effort, if you encourage her to persist in the search for her lost friend. However, it is your affair, and not mine. Do you wish me to offer you any facilities for tracing Miss Silvester which I may happen to possess?"
Fain would I show how he fame's paths did tread, But now into such Lab'rinths I am lead, With endless turnes, the way I find not out, How to persist my Muse is more in doubt; Wich makes me now with Silvester confess, But Sidney's Muse can sing his worthiness.
Few people could have failed to see what the stranger and the friend had noticed alike that there was something smoldering under the surface here. Miss Silvester spoke first. "Thank you, Lady Lundie," she said. "I would rather not play." Lady Lundie assumed an extreme surprise which passed the limits of good-breeding. "Oh, indeed?" she rejoined, sharply.
Go to that address, and inquire for Miss Silvester. Be quick about it and you will have time to get back before the last train. Have Mr. and Mrs. Brinkworth returned from their drive?" "No, Sir Patrick." Pending the return of Arnold and Blanche, Sir Patrick looked at Mr. Crum's letter for the second time.
"On the day when you went to Craig Fernie, had you not, a few hours previously, applied for my permission to marry my niece?" "I applied for your permission, Sir Patrick; and you gave it me." "From the moment when you entered the inn to the moment when you left it, were you absolutely innocent of the slightest intention to marry Miss Silvester?"
"I own I have behaved like a fool," the letter concluded, "in keeping Geoffrey Delamayn's secret for him as things have turned out. But how could I tell upon him without compromising Miss Silvester? Read her letter, and you will see what she says, and how generously she releases me. It's no use saying I am sorry I wasn't more cautious. The mischief is done.
I have broken the ice with Sir Patrick." "What! before all the company!" "Of course not! I have made an appointment to speak to him here." They went laughing down the steps, and joined the game. Left alone, Anne Silvester walked slowly to the inner and darker part of the summer-house. A glass, in a carved wooden frame, was fixed against one of the side walls.
Their names are recorded John Durr, John Muldowney, Robert Young, Henry Lines, Patrick Gill, James Andrews, not severely hurt; Sergeant Haney, wound rather severe; Thomas Middleton, James Mulvey, severely wounded in the legs; Silvester Day, ball in the foot. It was only discovered that they were wounded on the march, when, overcome by thirst, they fell fainting to the ground.
"Quite the contrary," returned Sir Patrick, briskly. "The mystery is clearing fast thanks to the Glasgow newspaper. I shall be spared the trouble of dealing with Bishopriggs for the stolen letter. Miss Silvester has gone to Perth, to recover her correspondence with Geoffrey Delamayn." "Do you think she would recognize it," said Arnold, pointing to the newspaper, "in the account given of it here?"
She has lived all her life, you see, with Miss Silvester; and there is a very strong attachment between them. I am uneasy about my niece, Duncan. I am afraid this disappointment will have a serious effect on her." "She's young, Sir Patrick." Winter hasn't stolen on them, Duncan! And they feel keenly."
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