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His patrimonial mansion amid woods at Althorpe might be confiscated. He might lie many years in a prison. He might end his days in a foreign land a pensioner on the bounty of France. Even this was not the worst.
Miss Althorpe, not understanding my hesitation, and only half comprehending my errand, gave me a doubtful look but retreated to the spot I had mentioned, and whether it was the rustle of her silk dress or whether the dream of the girl we were watching had reached its climax, a momentary stir took place in the outstretched form before me, and next moment she was flinging up her hands with a cry.
"It shows me that my prophecy is correct and that in a few days you will be quite yourself again." She looked at him wistfully. "You seem to know so much about me, doctor, perhaps you can tell me where they are going to take me." He lifted a tassel from a curtain near by, looked at it, shook his head at it, and inquired quite irrelevantly: "Have you bidden good-bye to Miss Althorpe?"
I have promised you I will not worry her. She may need assistance in getting to bed. While I am giving it to her I can judge if there is anything concealed upon her person." "Yes, perhaps." "At all events, we shall know more than we do now. Shall I venture, Miss Althorpe?" "I cannot say no," was the hesitating answer; "you seem so very much in earnest." "And I am in earnest.
William, after holding his court a few days at this joyous place, and receiving the homage of Cambridgeshire, Huntingdonshire and Suffolk, proceeded to Althorpe. It seems strange that he should, in the course of what was really a canvassing tour, have honoured with such a mark of favour a man so generally distrusted and hated as Sunderland. But the people were determined to be pleased.
"Who are you?" she asked, surveying me and the space about her with eyes which seemed to take in nothing till they lit upon Miss Althorpe's figure standing in an attitude of mingled shame and sympathy by the half-open door. "Oh, Miss Althorpe!" she entreated, "I pray you to excuse me. I did not know you wanted me. I have been asleep." "It is this lady who wants you," answered Miss Althorpe.
Rorie asks a Question. The library was one of the finest rooms at Southminster. It was not like the library at Althorpe a collection for a nation to be proud of. It was a spacious and lofty room, lined from floor to ceiling with exquisitely bound books; for, if not a collector of rare editions, Lord Southminster was at least a connoisseur of bindings.
Moved, even against my will, by the touching sight of her trembling eyelids and working mouth, I was about to wake her when I was stopped by the gentle touch of Miss Althorpe on my shoulder. "Is she the girl you are looking for?" I gave one quick glance around the room, and my eyes lighted on the little blue pin-cushion on the satin-wood bureau. "Did you put those pins there?"
A second is the splendid picture at Althorpe, in which she is represented as playing the harpsichord. One can scarcely imagine a place in which a portrait would be more severely tested than in the gallery of the Earl of Spencer, beside portraits of lovely women and famous men, painted by master artists. Yet this work of Sofonisba's is praised by discerning critics and connoisseurs.
"The girl is ill; let me take care of her." "Really ill?" "Yes, or will be so before morning. There is fever in her veins; she has worried herself ill. Oh, I will be good to her." This in answer to a doubtful look from Miss Althorpe. "This is a difficult problem you have set me," that lady remarked after a moment's thought.
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