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On my side, I was entirely ignorant of Mrs. Tenbruggen's purpose in endeavoring to identify the daughter of the murderess. Speaking of myself, individually, let me add that I only waited the event to protect the helpless ones my poor demented friend, and the orphan whom his mercy received into his heart and his home. Miss Jillgall goes on with her curious story, as follows: .......
It would be delightfully ridiculous, but for a drawback; Mr. Philip Dunboyne's first impressions of Mrs. Tenbruggen do not incline him to look at that lady from a humorous point of view. Helena's remarks follow, as usual. She has seen Mrs. Tenbruggen's name on the address of a letter written by Miss Jillgall which is quite enough to condemn Mrs. Tenbruggen.
"I helped myself, sir! I reasoned it out. A wonderful thing for a woman to do, isn't it? I wonder whether you could follow the process?" My reply to this was made by a bow. I was sure of my command over my face; but perfect control of the voice is a rare power. Here and there, a great actor or a great criminal possesses it. Mrs. Tenbruggen's vanity took me into her confidence.
He responded to my advances, but I felt that it was not done in earnest, not spontaneously. Had I any right to complain? Was I in earnest? Was I spontaneous? We were making love to each other under false pretenses. Oh, what a fool I was to ask for Mrs. Tenbruggen's advice! A humiliating doubt has come to me suddenly. Has his heart been inclining to Eunice again?
Tenbruggen's voice, cheery and humorous, broke in on my reflections, with an odd question: "Mr. Governor, do you ever condescend to read novels?" "It's not easy to say, Mrs. Tenbruggen, how grateful I am to the writers of novels." "Ah! I read novels, too. But I blush to confess do I blush? that I never thought of feeling grateful till you mentioned it.
People who can enjoy the melancholy spectacle of human nature in a state of degradation would be at a loss which exhibition to prefer an ugly old maid in a rage, or an ugly old maid in tears. Miss Jillgall presented herself in both characters when she heard what had happened. To my mind, Mrs. Tenbruggen's bosom-friend is a creature not fit to be seen or heard when she loses her temper.
Tenbruggen's object in visiting me was attained; I had confirmed her belief in the delusion that Helena was the adopted child. She got up to take her leave. I asked if she proposed remaining in London. No; she was returning to her country patients that night. As I attended her to the house-door, she turned to me with her mischievous smile.
Tenbruggen's efforts to find an employment for Philip, worthy of his abilities and accomplishments. The member of Parliament to whom she had applied has chosen a secretary possessed of political influence. That is the excuse put forward in his letter to Mrs. Tenbruggen. Wretched corrupt creature! If he was worth a thought I should pity him. He has lost Philip's services.
Might she ask leave to call on me, in the hope of improving her position in my estimation? An appointment followed for the next day. What can she have to say to me which she has not already said? Is it anything about Philip, I wonder? At our interview of the next day, Mrs. Tenbruggen's capacity for self-reform appeared under a new aspect.
Of the events which followed Mrs. Tenbruggen's visit it is not possible for me, I am thankful to say, to speak from personal experience. Ought I to conclude with an expression of repentance for the act of deception to which I have already pleaded guilty? I don't know. Yes! the force of circumstances does really compel me to say it, and say it seriously I declare, on my word of honor, I don't know.
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