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Wyvil and his daughter; and I refused." Once more, the doubt arose: was he lying? or speaking the truth? And, once more, Alban could not resist the conclusion that he was speaking the truth. "There is one thing I should like to know," Mirabel continued, after some hesitation. "Has Miss Emily been informed of this strange affair?" "Certainly!"
After looking earnestly at his visitors for a few moments, and appearing to study their features, Lilly motioned them to be seated; but they declined the offer. "I am not come to take up your time, Mr. Lilly," said Wyvil, "but simply to ask your judgment in a matter in which I am much interested."
"Fear nothing, mother," observed Amabel, coldly. "He will scarcely carry me off without my own consent; and I am not likely to sacrifice myself for one who holds me in such light esteem." "Forgive me, Amabel," rejoined Wyvil, in a voice so penitent that it instantly effaced her displeasure; "I meant not to offend. I spoke only the language of distraction.
It may cure your present brain fever. I shall go back to Parravicin, and the others. You will not require my assistance further." "I know not," replied Wyvil, distractedly; "I have not yet given up my intention of carrying off the girl." "If you carry her oft in this state," rejoined the other, "it must be to the pest-house. But who told you she was attacked by the plague?"
You could have no interest in inquiring about a stranger and you cannot have heard how he died." "Pardon me, I heard from Mr. Wyvil how he died." "You heard what I had told Mr. Wyvil," Emily said: "I was wrong." "Wrong!" Mirabel exclaimed, in a tone of courteous surprise. "Was it not a sudden death?" "It was a sudden death." "Caused by disease of the heart?" "Caused by no disease.
Does she call you 'Miles, when you are by yourselves? Is there any effort at fascination which this charming creature has left untried? She told you no doubt what a lonely life she leads in her poor little home?" Even Mirabel felt that he must not permit this to pass. "She has said nothing to me about herself," he answered. "What I know of her, I know from Mr. Wyvil." "Oh, indeed! You asked Mr.
Francine started to her feet to follow them. The lower order of the audience, eager for amusement, put their own humorous construction on the young lady's action. They roared with laughter. "Let the parson and his sweetheart be," they called out; "two's company, miss, and three isn't." Mr. Wyvil interposed his authority and rebuked them.
"Their presence shall not prevent me from making my cudgel and your shoulders acquainted, if you do not budge," replied the apprentice, sturdily. Enraged by the retort, Wyvil would have drawn his sword, but a blow on the arm disabled him. "Plague on you, fellow!" he exclaimed; "you shall rue this to the last day of your existence."
Shortly after Miss Ladd had taken her departure, a parcel arrived for Emily, bearing the name of a bookseller printed on the label. It was large, and it was heavy. "Reading enough, I should think, to last for a lifetime," Mrs. Ellmother remarked, after carrying the parcel upstairs. Emily called her back as she was leaving the room. "I want to caution you," she said, "before Miss Wyvil comes.
Nearly an hour had elapsed before he rose to return to the house. Entering the hall, he was startled by a cry of terror in a woman's voice, coming from the upper regions. At the same time Mr. Wyvil, passing along the bedroom corridor after leaving the music-room, was confronted by his daughter, hurrying out of Emily's bedchamber in such a state of alarm that she could hardly speak.
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