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I had expected that she would stand in awe of my mother at first, and be, perhaps, impressed with the grandeur of Tayne Abbey. When the time came to say that Miss Reinhart would be glad to see Lady Tayne, and Sir Roland brought the strange lady into the room, I was silently in utter amaze. This was no school-girl, no half-conscious, half-shy governess, impressed and awe-struck.
I could not hear what followed, but I feel quite sure that she whispered something which ended in these words: "Too much with Lady Tayne." I ran, fast as I could go, anywhere where I could give vent to my childish fury. I could have stamped on her beautiful face. What right had she, a stranger, to talk about Mrs. Eastwood and mamma to talk to papa as though he were an injured man what right?
All these things come back to me as I write the word "mother." My father, Sir Roland Tayne, was a hearty, handsome, pleasure-loving man. No one ever saw him dull, or cross, or angry; he was liberal, generous, and beloved. He worships my beautiful young mother, and he worshiped me. Every one said I was the very image of mama.
I was startled myself by the march of events for Patience came to the drawing-room door, where Sir Roland and Miss Reinhart were sitting, and looked slightly confused, as she said: "I have taken the liberty of coming to you, Sir Roland. You wished me always to tell you when my lady was not so well she seems very depressed and lonely." "I will go and sit with Lady Tayne," he said.
The first real rebellion, and the first time that the eyes of people were opened to the amount of influence and authority that Miss Reinhart had acquired in Tayne Hall. One or two domestic matters had gone wrong nothing very much, but dinner was late several times, and the household machinery did not seem to run on as it had done.
Stone never inquires what she would like." In the blandest tone of voice she replied to me: "My dear Laura, children and you are but a child should not ask such questions." "I am a very old child," I replied, with a sigh. "But whether I am a child or not, I can see that very little attention is ever paid to my mother." "Has Lady Tayne complained?" she asked, hurriedly.
"Doctor Dalkeith!" she asked, "is this horrible thing true true?" "Unhappily, Lady Tayne," he replied. "You say that my husband, Sir Roland has left me, and has gone away with this person?" "I am afraid it is but too true," he replied. "Has he ceased to love me, that he has done this?" "My dear Lady Tayne, I know nothing but the facts nothing else.
She held out her hand white as my mother's own, and said: "I am grieved to find you so ill, Lady Tayne, I hope I may be of good service to you." "Thank you," said my mother's sweet voice, as their hands for one moment met. Then the beautiful dark face turned to me. "And this is my pupil," she said. "I hope we shall be good friends." I had an uneasy sense that she was patronizing us.
If I meet and can talk to my mother in Heaven I will tell her why. She was buried. No news came from my father. Tayne Hall was closed, and I went to live with my mother's cousin. That is the story of the sin; this is the punishment: Some years afterward Sir Roland brought his wife back to England he married her when my mother died -but no one would receive them.
If it were a sick mother, then money and wine would be dispatched. I have heard since that even if their love affairs went wrong, it was always "my lady" who set them right, and many a happy marriage took place from Tayne Abbey. It was just the same with the poor on the estate; she was a friend to each one, man, woman or child.
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