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However, that is not what I wanted to say; I am the bearer of good news. When we find it necessary to get rid of Miss Westerfield " Mrs. Linley's indignation expressed itself by a look which, for the moment at least, reduced her mother to silence. Always equal to the occasion, however, Mrs.
"You told me to hold my tongue. No; he didn't ask for you." "Then who did he want to see?" "It's on his card." The schoolmistress instantly looked at Miss Westerfield. Miss Westerfield rose from her place at the head of her class. The pupils, astonished at this daring act, all looked at the teacher their natural enemy, appointed to supply them with undesired information derived from hated books.
She has just been telling me that our friend Mrs. MacEdwin has taken a fancy to Miss Westerfield, and would be only too glad to deprive us of our pretty governess." "Did Mrs. Presty say that in Miss Westerfield's presence?" "No. Soon after you and Catherine left the room, Miss Westerfield left it too. I daresay I am wrong, for I haven't had time to think of it; but Mrs.
"Suggested by Kitty," she added, pointing to an inlaid miniature portrait of the child. Herbert read the inscription: To Sydney Westerfield with Catherine Linley's love. He gave the bracelet back to his wife in silence; his manner was more serious than usual he kissed her hand. The day of the dinner-party marked an epoch in Sydney's life.
"I don't know how I came to think of it unless it is that she wears the same dress every day. "Upon my word, you pay Miss Westerfield a compliment which you have never paid to me! Wear what I may, you never seem to know how I am dressed." "I beg your pardon, Catherine, I know that you are always dressed well." That little tribute restored him to his place in his wife's estimation.
At the same time, when I do make up my mind to be master in my own house, I am master." Mrs. Presty crossed her hands placidly on her lap, and asked: "Master of what?" "Master of your suspicions of Miss Westerfield. You are free, of course, to think of her and of me as you please.
She had hardly glanced at the first words before a cry of alarm escaped her. "Dreadful news for Miss Westerfield!" she exclaimed. "Read it, Randal." He read these words: "The week's list of insolvent traders includes an Englishman named James Bellbridge, formerly connected with a disreputable saloon in this city.
Doesn't Westerfield himself say so in his letter?" "Read that bit again." She read it again: "After the two calamities of the loss of the ship, and the disappearance of the diamonds these last being valued at five thousand pounds I returned to England." Satisfied so far, he wanted to look at the cipher next. She handed it to him with a stipulation: "Yours, Jemmy, on the day when you marry me."
She looked at him for the first time. A proud sense of wrong flashed at him its keenly felt indignation in her first glance. "Your hands and her hands have touched it," she answered. "I leave it to you and to her." Those words stung him. "Contempt," he said, "is bitter indeed on your lips." "Do you presume to resent my contempt?" "I forbid you to insult Miss Westerfield."
"In my state of fatigue, Herbert, I shall never get up our steep stairs, unless you help me." As they ascended the stairs together, Linley found that his wife had a reason of her own for leaving the drawing-room. "I am quite weary enough to go to bed," she explained. "But I wanted to speak to you first. It's about Miss Westerfield. "No." "I am only astonished," Mrs.
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