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Harringford the case was different. He and Elmsdale had been doing business together for years, "everything he possessed in the world," he stated to an admiring coroner's jury summoned to sit on Mr. Elmsdale's body and inquire into the cause of that gentleman's death "everything he possessed in the world, he owed to the deceased. Some people spoke hardly of him, but his experience of Mr.
Elmsdale's receipt for the cheque, certainly; but I knew I had not an hour to lose in putting matters in train for another loan, if I was to retire the forged acceptances. By experience, I knew how the months slipped away when money had to be provided at the end of them, and I was feverishly anxious to hold my leases and title-deeds once more. "I arrived at the door leading to the library. Mr.
Harringford's bequest had set her as far above me as the stars are above the earth. I had the conduct of most of Miss Elmsdale's business. As a compliment, perhaps, Mr. Craven entrusted all the work connected with Mr. Harringford's estate to me, and I accepted that trust as I should have done any other which he might choose to place in my hands.
As she carried a muff as large as a big drum, she had conceived the happy idea of dispensing altogether with gloves, and I saw that one of the fingers she gave me to shake was adorned with a diamond ring. "Miss Elmsdale's," whispered Taylor to me. "It belonged to her mother." Hearing which, I understood Helena had superintended her aunt's toilet. "Did you ever see Miss Elmsdale?"
Elmsdale's sins of omission and commission, and contented herself by generally asserting that, as his manner of living had broken her poor sister's heart, so his manner of dying had broken her Miss Blake's heart. "It is only for the sake of the orphan child I am able to hold up at all," she would tell us.
It is no part of this story to tell the rapture with which I gazed upon the writing of my "lady-love." Once I had heard Miss Blake remark, when Mr. Craven was remonstrating with her on her hieroglyphics, that "Halana wrote an 'unmaning hand, like all the rest of the English," and, to tell the truth, there was nothing particularly original or characteristic about Miss Elmsdale's calligraphy.
So I have just brought her to you to know if her mother's old friend thinks it is a right thing for Kathleen Elmsdale's daughter to put herself under the feet of a parcel of ignorant, purse-proud snobs?" Mr. Craven looked at the girl kindly. "My dear," he said, "I think, I believe, there will be no necessity for you to do anything of that kind.
"Still, it did not occur to you at the time that any of them was feigning slumber?" "I can't say it did. You see, I am naturally unsuspicious," explained Miss Blake, naively. "Precisely so. And thus it happened that you were unable to confute Miss Elmsdale's fancy?" "I told her she must have been dreaming," retorted Miss Blake.
Elmsdale's proposal had extricated herself and her sister, never wearied of stating that "Katty had thrown herself away, and that Mr. Elmsdale was not fit to tie her shoe-string." She generously admitted the poor creature did his best; but, according to Blake, the poor creature's best was very bad indeed.
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