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The true results of the robbery at Browndown were yet to show themselves, and were yet to be felt in the strangest and the saddest way by every member of the little circle assembled at Dimchurch. First Result of the Robbery BETWEEN five and six weeks passed. Oscar was out of his bed-room, and was well of his wound.
After all, it might be quite possible that his view was the right one, and mine the wrong. Second Appearance of Jicks FIVE more days passed. During that interval, we saw our new neighbor constantly. Either Oscar came to the rectory, or we went to Browndown.
He had left Browndown, never to come back! For Lucilla's sake, I declined to believe that. The servant was exaggerating, or the servant had misunderstood what had been said to him. The letter in my hand reminded me that I had perhaps needlessly questioned him on matters which his master had confided to my own knowledge only.
I really felt, so to speak, a longing to hold out the right hand of friendship to this sorely-tried man. I borrowed my friend's carriage, and drove straight to Browndown. We have had a long and cordial talk. I have brought Mr. Dubourg home with me. He must be one of us. My dear child, Mr. Dubourg must be one of us. Let me introduce you. My eldest daughter Mr. Dubourg."
Before I dismissed him for the night, I made my deferred inquiry on the hateful subject of the other brother. "Where is Mr. Nugent?" "At Browndown." "Do you mean to say that he is going to stay at Browndown?" "I don't know, ma'am, for certain. I see no signs of his meaning to leave; and he has said nothing to that effect."
Turn it the other way and Nugent might have been the man. "Madame Pratolungo, I am not accustomed to be insulted! I have no more to say to you." With that dignified reply, and with the loveliest color in her face that you ever saw in your life, my darling Lucilla turned her pretty back on me, and set off for Browndown by herself. Ah, my rash tongue! Ah, my nasty foreign temper!
We should have made it up together far more comfortably in that way and in half the time. At any rate, I determined to go to Browndown, and be good friends again, viva-voce, with this poor, weak, well-meaning, ill-judging boy. Was it not monstrous to have attached serious meaning to what Oscar had said when he was in a panic of nervous terror!
I began to feel angry with him. In another moment, I should have said or done something that I might have repented of afterwards if a new interruption had not happened before I could open my lips. Another person appeared in the garden the man-servant from Browndown; with a letter for his master in his hand. "This has just come, sir," said the man, "by the afternoon post.
One thing is of the utmost importance to begin with. Do you thoroughly understand that I am, in no sense of the word, to blame ?" "Thoroughly," I interposed. "Of course, they would not have gone to Browndown, if you had consented to let Nugent Dubourg into the house." "Stop!" said Mr. Finch, elevating his right hand. "My good creature, you are in a state of hysterical precipitation.
Such were the serious questions with which this young lady regularly opened the proceedings, on each occasion when she favored Oscar with a morning call. On the sixth day, the gold and silver plates were returned to Browndown from the manufactory in London. The next morning a note arrived for me from Oscar. It ran thus:
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