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She knew her own condition, and that there was fire in the kitchen. I declare! some people act in a manner perfectly incomprehensible." Mrs. Lowe spoke now in a disturbed manner. "Miss Carson should have looked to this herself, and she was wrong in not doing so very wrong," said Mrs. Wykoff. "But she is shrinking and sensitive to a fault afraid of giving trouble or intruding herself.
Wykoff" and Mary's eyes glistened "that if you had not thought of me when you did, I should not be here to-day." "Are you serious, Mary?" "I am, indeed, ma'am. I should have got over my faint spell in the morning, even without the wine and biscuit, and worked on until dinner-time; but I wouldn't have been able to eat anything.
There is not one lady in ten, I am sure, who would not be pleased rather than annoyed, to have you do so." Miss Carson did not answer. "Do you doubt?" asked Mrs. Wykoff. "For one of my disposition," was replied, "the life of a seamstress does not take off the keen edge of a natural reserve or, to speak more correctly sensitiveness.
He passed but few words with the attendant physician, and their exact meaning was veiled by medical terms; but Mrs. Grant understood enough to satisfy her that little hope of a favorable issue was entertained. About the time this consultation over the case of Mary Carson was in progress, it happened that Mrs. Wykoff received another visit from Mrs. Lowe.
Wykoff said, when she went out, that dinner would be late to-day, and that you were not well, and mustn't be kept waiting," remarked the servant, as he drew a small table towards the centre of the room, and covered it with a white napkin. He came just in time. The stimulating effect of the wine had subsided, and Miss Carson was beginning to grow faint again, for lack of food.
To give force to this scene, and to throw around what follows its true interest, it will be necessary to go back and sketch some things in the history of the individual here introduced. His name was Theodore Wilmer. In earlier years, he was clerk in the large mercantile house of Rensselaer, Wykoff & Co., in New York.
From the parlor, Mrs. Wykoff returned to the room occupied by Miss Carson. "You look pale this morning, Mary," said the lady as she came in, "I'm afraid you are not as well as usual." The seamstress lifted herself in a tired way, and took a long breath, at the same time holding one hand tightly against her left side. Her eyes looked very bright, as they rested, with a sober expression, on Mrs.
In a little while she returned, with a small waiter in her hand, containing a goblet of wine sangaree and a biscuit. "Take this, Mary. It will do you good." The eyes which had not been unclosed since Mrs. Wykoff went out, were all wet as Mary Carson opened them. "Oh, you are so kind!" There was gratitude in her voice. Rising, she took the wine, and drank of it like one athirst.
"I have searched in vain for our Constance. But how could it be otherwise? Who should know more about her than myself? I have asked some of our old acquaintances if they ever heard of her since her marriage. They shake their heads and look at me as though they thought me demented. Laura Wykoff, you know, married some years ago. I called upon her.
Did she change any of her clothing, take off her stockings, for stance, and put on dry ones?" "Nothing of the kind." "But sat in her wet shoes and stockings all day!" "I don't know that they were wet, Mrs. Wykoff," said the lady, with contracting brows. "Could you have walked six or seven squares in the face of Monday's driving storm, Mrs. Lowe, and escaped wet feet? Of course not.
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