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Updated: June 28, 2025
In the broad, cheerful sunshine he had come in to reveal the fatal truth. In the broad, cheerful sunshine that truth disclosed he went out. IT was nearly an hour past noon when Mr. Pendril left the house. Miss Garth sat down again at the table alone, and tried to face the necessity which the event of the morning now forced on her. Her mind was not equal to the effort.
So anxious was he to see his lawyer that he drove over to the local station and took the train to the neighbouring junction where Mr. Pendril would have to change. Hours went by, and he did not return. As the evening closed down a message was brought to Miss Garth that a man wished to speak to her.
Once he was hid in a mill; and another time he was in the house of one Pendril, a woodman. The soldiers of the Parliament, who were always prowling about, and popping in unawares wherever they suspected the poor king to be hidden, were, at one time, in the very room where he was standing beside the fire." "Oh!" exclaimed Catharine, "that was frightful. And did they take him prisoner?"
After a moment's consideration, she checked herself, turned back, and quickly descended the stairs again. Both Norah and Magdalen knew of the interview between Mr. Pendril and herself; she had felt it her duty to show them his letter making the appointment. Could she excite their suspicion by locking herself up from them in her room as soon as the lawyer had left the house?
He put it in this form: "Do you remember any domestic event in the spring of the present year which appeared to affect Mr. Vanstone more seriously than usual?" Miss Garth leaned forward in her chair, and looked eagerly at Mr. Pendril across the table. "The journey to London!" she exclaimed. "I distrusted the journey to London from the first! Yes! I remember Mr.
"I am here to speak to you about it, when the business is done." "It is quite unnecessary to hurry your departure, as you propose," continued Mr. Pendril, addressing Norah. "I can safely assure you that a week hence will be time enough." "If this is Mr. Michael Vanstone's house," repeated Norah; "I am ready to leave it tomorrow."
Before Miss Garth could answer the question, she held out her father's will and her father's letter. "Magdalen came back after you went away," she said, "and found these last relics. She heard Mr. Pendril say they were her legacy and mine. When I went into the garden she was reading the letter. There was no need for me to speak to her; our father had spoken to her from his grave.
The lawyer took some letters from his pocket, referred to them attentively, and put them back again. "Can you listen to me, now?" he asked, kindly. She bowed her head in answer. Mr. Pendril considered with himself for a moment, "I must caution you on one point," he said. "If the aspect of Mr.
She quietly dried her tears; she quietly drew her chair round the table, so as to sit nearer to him when she spoke again. "I have been sadly broken, Mr. Pendril, by what has happened in this house," she said, "or I should have borne what you have told me better than I have borne it to-day. Will you let me ask one question before you go on?
He fell in love, told the girl of his heart the truth about himself, and she, out of the love she bore him, determined to pass the rest of her life by his side, and Norah and Magdalen were the children of their union. "Tell me," said Miss Garth, in a voice faint with emotion, as the lawyer laid bare the sad story, "why did they go to London?" "They went to London to be married," cried Mr. Pendril.
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