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The external facilities upon which he had based his anticipations were to be found in the friendship and ample means of the house of Rensselaer, Wykoff & Co. That friendship had been suddenly withdrawn, evidently in strong disapprobation of what he had done.
I slept well that night, and was still better in the morning, but did not think it safe to venture out upon a day's work; so I rested and got all the strength I could. On the third day, I was as well as ever again." Mrs. Wykoff drew a long sigh as Miss Carson stopped speaking and bent down over her sewing. For some time, she remained without speaking.
"I've called," said the latter, speaking in the tone of one who felt annoyed, "to ask where that sewing girl you recommended to me lives?" "Miss Carson." "Yes, I believe that is her name." "Didn't she come on Monday, according to appointment?" "Oh, yes, she came. But I've seen nothing of her since." "Ah! Is that so? She may be sick." The voice of Mrs. Wykoff dropped to a shade of seriousness.
Wykoff left the room, and returned in a few minutes with a child's dress in her hand. The ladies examined the work on this dress with practised eyes, and agreed that it was of unusual excellence. "And she fits as well as she sews?" said Mrs. Lowe. "Yes. Nothing could fit more beautifully than the dresses she has made for my children." "How soon will you be done with her?"
"How do you account for the difference this morning?" Miss Carson's pale face became slightly flushed, and her eyes fell away from the questioning gaze of Mrs. Wykoff. "There is a cause for it, and it is of importance that you should know the cause. Has it been suggested to your mind?" "Yes, ma'am. To me the cause is quite apparent." They looked at each other for a few moments in silence.
If it had only been the walk with Laura Wykoff, Constance would not have hesitated a moment, but her heart almost ached with suspense to know from Theodore the result of his interview with her father. He had promised to leave a note for her with Laura, who was their mutual confidante. The mother, of course, noticed an air of regret at her disappointment, and ingeniously remarked
The question was asked by a visitor who had called a little while before. "My seamstress," answered Mrs. Wykoff. "Oh!" The manner of her visitor changed. How the whole character of the woman was expressed in the tone with which she made that simple ejaculation! Only a seamstress! "Oh! I thought it some relative or friend of the family." "No." "She is a peculiar-looking girl," said Mrs.
Then taking it from her lips, she sat, as if noting her sensations. "It seems to put life into me," she said, with a pulse of cheerfulness in her tones. "Now eat this biscuit," and Mrs. Wykoff held the waiter near. The wine drank and the biscuit eaten, a complete change in Miss Carson was visible.
Mrs. Jackson, entering into her husband's view and feelings, took upon herself the task of watching and silently controlling all the movements of her daughter. Particular care was taken to prevent her visiting the family of Mr Wykoff. "Where are you going, love?" said her mother, to her the next day after that of the interview, as Constance came out of her room, dressed for a walk.
Wykoff. But she did not reply. "Have you severe pain there, Mary?" The voice was very kind; almost motherly. "Not very severe. But it aches in a dull way." "Hadn't you better lie down for a little while?" "Oh, no thank you, Mrs. Wykoff." And a smile flitted over the girl's sweet, sad face; a smile that was meant to say "How absurd to think of such a thing!"
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