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Updated: May 10, 2025
Miss Magdalen Vanstone had not written since the middle of July on which occasion the postmark on the letter showed that it must have been posted in London, in the district of Lambeth and her elder sister had left England in a state of the most distressing anxiety on her account.
Who could see anything but the ill-omened figure of Michael Vanstone, posted darkly on the verge of the present time and closing all the prospect that lay beyond him? ON the next morning but one, news was received from Mr. Pendril. The place of Michael Vanstone's residence on the Continent had been discovered.
Lecount politely retired through the open folding-doors by this latter means of exit, so as not to disturb the visitor by passing in front of her. Magdalen waited until she heard the door open and close again behind her, and then resolved to make the most of the opportunity which left her alone with Noel Vanstone.
He merely confirmed her conviction of the hopelessness of taking Noel Vanstone into her confidence before she had facts to help her against Captain Wragge's otherwise unassailable position in the identity which he had assumed. She quietly waited until he had done, and then returned to the charge.
"Under such circumstances as these, it is in the last degree important for more reasons than I need mention here that I should see Mr. Vanstone, and come to an explanation with him, at the earliest possible opportunity. You will find that my maid thoughtfully kept her letter open until the last moment before post-time without, however, having any later news to give me than that Mrs.
But one conclusion could be drawn from it it was a plain warning to him to hasten the end. "I am not surprised," he said, gravely, "to hear that you are inclining more favorably to my opinion. After what you have just told me, Mr. Vanstone, no sensible man could do otherwise. This is becoming serious.
Vanstone wrote to me from London, saying that her object was to consult a physician on the state of her health, and not to alarm her daughters by telling them. Something in the letter rather hurt me at the time. I thought there might be some other motive that she was keeping from me. Did I do her wrong?" "You did her no wrong. There was a motive which she was keeping from you.
Lecount is on her way out to Zurich; and before she starts on her return journey, you and my niece will be man and wife! There are your future prospects for you. What do you think of them?" "What a head you have got!" cried Noel Vanstone, in a sudden outburst of enthusiasm. "You're the most extraordinary man I ever met with. One would think you had done nothing all your life but take people in."
Magdalen was struck, as her sister had been struck, by George Bartram's resemblance to her father judging by the portrait at Combe-Raven, which presented the likeness of Andrew Vanstone in his younger days.
Proposing this ingenious stratagem in a confidential whisper, Mr. Vanstone took Frank's arm and led him round the house by the back way. The first ten minutes of seclusion in the conservatory passed without events of any kind.
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