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"Your brother is looking our way," she whispered: "he mustn't suspect that there is a secret between us." False pretenses of any kind invariably irritated Randal. "What do you want me to do?" he asked sharply. The reply only increased his perplexity. "Observe Miss Westerfield and your brother. Look at them now." Randal obeyed. "What is there to look at?" he inquired. "Can't you see?"
When the criminal attachment which had grown up between Mr. Herbert Linley and Miss Westerfield had been confessed to her, she appears to have most unreasonably overrated whatever merit there might have been in their resistance to the final temptation.
These last lines were added in a postscript: "Have you heard any more of that poor girl, the daughter of my old friend Roderick Westerfield whose sad story would never have been known to me but for you? I feel sure that you have good reasons for not telling me the name of the man who has misled her, or the address at which she may be found. But you may one day be at liberty to break your silence.
The same keen sense of the family disgrace, which had led him to conceal from Captain Bennydeck his brother's illicit relations with Sydney Westerfield, had compelled him to keep secret his former association, as brother-in-law, with the divorced wife. Her change of name had hitherto protected her from discovery by the Captain, and would in all probability continue to protect her in the future.
"I may tell you now," she resumed, with her gentle smile, "that you only remind me of what I had thought of already. My milliner is at work for Miss Westerfield. The new dress must be your gift." "Are you joking?" "I am in earnest. To-morrow is Sydney's birthday; and here is my present." She opened a jeweler's case, and took out a plain gold bracelet.
The sofa was near Mrs. Linley. She sank on it, overpowered by the utter destruction of the hopes that she had founded on the separation of Herbert and the governess. Sydney Westerfield was still in possession of her husband's heart! Her mother was surely the right person to say a word of comfort to her. Randal made the suggestion with the worst possible result. Mrs.
Linley resumed, "at my own stupidity in not having discovered it before. We must be kinder than ever to the poor girl now; can't you guess why? My dear, how dull you are! Must I remind you that we have had two single men among our visitors? One of them is old and doesn't matter. But the other I mean Sir George, of course is young, handsome, and agreeable. I am so sorry for Sydney Westerfield.
He carefully compared the copy with the original and then he replied: "Days may pass before I can find the clew; I won't attempt it unless you give me a week." She pleaded for a shorter interval. He coolly handed back her papers; the original and the copy. "Try somebody else," he suggested and opened his book again. Mrs. Westerfield yielded with the worst possible grace.
She had fortunately come to me from the railway, and had not thought yet of where she was to live. At last I was able to be of some use to her. My senior clerk took care of Miss Westerfield, and left her among respectable people, in whose house she could live cheaply and safely. She shall not be disturbed. "After a week had passed I received a visit from my good friend, Randal Linley.
When Captain Bennydeck and Sydney Westerfield passed each other as strangers, in the hall of the hotel, that letter had been posted in London a week since. The servant showed "Mr. and Mrs. Herbert" into their sitting-room, and begged that they would be so good as to wait for a few minutes, while the other rooms were being prepared for them. Sydney seated herself in silence.
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