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"Both you and Lucia know something I don't know," she answered. "I would rather question you than her. Has she troubled you?" "Not in the way you think," he answered quickly. "I have partly changed my plans. I shall be obliged to go back to England with my cousin. Don't question Lucia, dear Mrs. Costello, let her be in peace for awhile." "In peace?
Her visit there, with regard to its principal object, had been rather unsatisfactory; at all events it had had no visible results, and she liked results. She wanted to go home and see how Maurice reigned at Hunsdon, and tell her particular friends about the beautiful girl she hoped some day to have the pleasure of patronizing. Mrs. Costello had regained nearly her usual health.
Costello had offered her immense parlors for the last rehearsal of the chief performers in the plays and tableaux, realizing that even the most obligingly blind of Mother Superiors could not appear to ignore the gathering of some fifty girls in their gala dresses in the convent hall, for this purpose.
"I often wished for you, especially when I used to fear that our old friends would desert us. I never thought you would." "There is some comfort in that. Promise that whatever may come, you will always trust me." He held out his hand, and Lucia put hers frankly in it. Just at that moment there was a stir, and Mrs. Costello called "Lucia." Mrs. Costello woke up gradually from her doze.
Lucia described the squaw's appearance at the farm. "It must be Mary," Mrs. Costello said half to herself. "What shall I do? How escape?" She rose from the sofa and walked with hurried steps up and down the room. Lucia watched her in miserable perplexity till she suddenly stopped. "Is that all?" she asked. "Did she go away?" Lucia finished her account, and when she had done so, Mrs.
"Why should not I? What is changed?" "I don't know that anything is; but you know how tiresome she is. I cannot imagine how Doctor Morton bears it." "Probably, he bears it because he thinks her tiresomeness will soon be over. When she is married and in her own house, she will have other things to think of besides teasing him." "But, mamma, do you think she loves him?" Mrs. Costello laughed.
Costello was pleased that her child should go out a little after her long seclusion from all society; and the whole plan was arranged with little reference to Lucia, who vainly tried to avoid this long absence from her mother. The two cousins were scarcely on their road when Lady Dighton asked "Well, Maurice, am I to reserve my opinion?" "As you please," he answered smiling.
Costello came down to join the rest of the family in the drawing-room, she had changed little of her usual gentle manner. There might be a deeper shade of gravity, but she was not, and did not appear, sad. Lucia and Bella were sitting together, talking softly.
She was desolated, but had nothing to say against the departure of her lodgers, and, as Lucia had told Maurice, half an hour was enough for the settling of their last affairs at Bourg-Cailloux. Mrs. Costello did not wish to go on board the boat till near the hour named for sailing; it was well, too, that she should have as much rest as possible before her journey.
Alanna was delighted to have at last attracted her mother's whole attention, after some ten minutes of unregarded whispering in her ear. She settled her thin little person with the conscious pleasure of a petted cat. "What do you know about that, Dad?" said Mrs. Costello, absently, as she stiffened the big bow over Alanna's temple into a more erect position.
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