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Only once, Christal in relating how, as soon as ever her term of education expired, she had almost compelled her governess to let her come to England, and to Miss Vanbrugh, said, in her proud way, "It was not to ask a maintenance for you know my parents left me independent; but I wanted to see you because I believed that, besides taking charge of my fortune, you had been kind to me when a child.
Gwynne often said, no daughter of a long illustrious line was ever prouder than Christal Manners. She indulged the party with a brilliant account of Mrs. Fludyer's anticipations of pleasure at Brighton, whither the whole family at the Hall were bound. "Really, we shall be quite desolate without a single soul left at Farnwood, shall we not, Olive?" observed Mrs. Gwynne.
"Then you are not glad to see me you, the sole friend I have in the world, whom I have travelled a thousand miles to meet travelled alone and unprotected you are not glad to see me? I will turn and go back again I will leave the house I will I" Her rapid speech ended in a burst of tears. Poor Meliora felt like a guilty thing. "Miss Manners Christal my poor child! I didn't mean that!
Fludyer never knew how to arrange a house in her life. She had no hand in the matter, trust me!" observed the sharply-observant Christal. "Well, then, it is certainly the same guiding-fairy who has done this for us, too. And I am very thankful to have such a quiet, pleasant coming-home." "I, too, feel it like coming home," said Mrs. Rothesay, in a soft weary voice.
It was late when she awoke, and then the house, usually so quiet, seemed all astir. Hasty feet were passing in all directions, and Mrs. Gwynne's voice, sharpened and agitated, was heard in the next room. Very soon she stood by Olive's bed, and told her troubled tale. Christal had fled! Ere any one had risen, whilst the whole household must have been asleep, she had effected her escape.
And reckless Christal burst into a fit of laughter much louder than seemed warranted by the occasion. Lyle seemed much annoyed; whereupon his friend Miss Rothesay considerately interposed, and passed to some other subject which lasted until the hour of departure.. The three walked to the Dell together, Christal jesting incessantly, either with or at Lyle Derwent.
You may come and fetch me to-morrow, with the pony you lent me; and bring Mr. Derwent, too, to lead it. To see him so employed would be excellent fun." "You seem to have taken a sudden passion for riding, Christal," said Olive, with a smile, when they were alone. "Yes, it suits me.
"I never needed any friend but her. What am I doing! What is coming over me?" She trembled, and dared not answer the question. At the Dell they parted from Lyle. "I shall see you once again before you leave, I hope," he said to Christal. "Oh, yes; you will not get rid of your tormentor so easily." "Get rid of you, fair Cruelty!
It will wring her heart, and either break it or soften it. But trust me, I will watch over her continually. Ill fitted I may be, for the duty is more that of 'a woman' such a woman as yourself. But you have put something of your own nature into mine. I will silently guard Christal as if I had been her own brother, and yours." ... "The crisis must be coming, from what the little girl tells me.
As you may suppose, I have enough of employment. I work like a negro at law, and therefore neglect nothing else, for he who never wastes time has always time enough. I have to see many of the London lions, or literati, George Dyer is to take me to Mary Hayes, Miss Christal, and Taylor, the Pagan, my near neighbour. You shall have my physiognomical remarks upon them.
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