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"You need have no apprehensions for your dear husband, madam; his command was not engaged. The chief brunt of the fight fell upon the cavalry, who were cut to pieces." "What of young Wilders? Hugo Wilders, I mean Lord Lydstone's brother." "His name is returned amongst the killed. It will be a blow for the noble house of Essendine, and not the only one." "What do you mean?"
"The other brother, young Anastasius, whom you are going to see, cannot survive, I hear." "Poor young fellows!" said Mrs. Wilders, with a well-assumed show of feeling. "You pity them? I honour your sentiments, madam; but, nevertheless, they can be spared, especially by you." "What do you mean?" she asked, quickly.
The only wine was a sound medium claret, except at dessert, when, after the French fashion, Mrs. Wilders gave champagne. Through dinner the talk had been light and trivial, but with dessert and coffee it gradually grew more serious, and touched upon the topics of the day. "These must be trying times for you Government officials," said Mr. Hobson, carelessly. "Yes, indeed," replied Mr.
"You hardly expected to see me, perhaps; but I was miraculously saved." McKay spoke slowly, and the delay gave Mrs. Wilders time to collect herself. "I am most thankful. It has lifted a load off my mind. I feared you were lost." "Yes; the sea seldom gives up its prey. But enough about myself. You are going in to see the general, I think; do not let me detain you."
"From that charming woman, Mrs. Wilders, my cousin, or rather Stanny's cousin; but his relations are mine. I am his uncle; some day, if he lives, I shall be uncle to an earl. They will treat me better perhaps when I have all the Essendine interest at my back. Whippersnappers like this Fothergill will scarcely dare to snub me then. A good lad Stanislas; I always liked him.
Wilders seemed also to enjoy the busy, animated scene: it was all so new to her, so different from anything she had expected, as she was at great pains to explain. The sight of this foreign town held by British bayonets pleased her, she said; she was proud to think that she was now an Englishwoman. "It is your first visit to Gibraltar, then?" said young Mr. Wilders, anxious to be civil.
Wilders, as they passed on, and for the rest of their walk to the Convent, as the Governor's residence is still styled, looked anxiously behind to see if the man who had claimed acquaintance with her was still in sight. Yes; he was following her. What did he mean?
A few days after Colonel Dawson's happy interview with Miss Stansfield and her niece, a fete was given by the Wilders at their residence, Holly House, partly for the entertainment of the children who belonged to the Sunday-school classes taught by the Misses Wilder, and partly also as a means of gathering together as many neighbouring friends and acquaintances as might be at leisure to come.
Her income from both these sources amounted to barely £300 a year far too meagre an amount according to her present ideas, burdened as she was, moreover, with the care and education of a child. But how was she to increase it? The reversion of the great Wilders estates still eluded her grasp; they might never come her way, whatever lengths she might go to secure them.
We have evidence, the clearest seemingly; disprove it if you can." "What evidence?" "The certificate of your other marriage. It is here." "How came you by it?" she inquired eagerly. "No matter, it is all in proper form; you could not contest it, understand." "Well? I never pretended when I gave my hand to Colonel Wilders that I had not been married before. He was well aware of it."
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