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For I had caught a glimpse of Mr. Chandos and the dinner, both waiting
for me in the oak-parlour.
CHAPTER XXVI.
GETTING INTO THE WEST WING.
Sitting by the fire in the pretty bedroom with the candles on the
table, and the chintz curtains drawn before the window, shutting out
the pine-walk and any unearthly sight that might be in it, I thought
and resolved. To remain at Chandos with its ostensible master in his
present mood was excessively undesirable, almost an impossibility; and
I began to think I might quit it without waiting for an answer from
Miss Barlieu. The chief difficulty would be the getting away; the
actual departure; for Mr. Chandos was certain to oppose it. Another
difficulty was money.
It struck me that the only feasible plan would be to see Lady Chandos.
I would tell her that I _must_ go, not mentioning why; ask her to
sanction it, and to lend me enough money to take me to Nulle. I did not
see that I could leave without seeing her; certainly not without making
her acquainted with the proposed fact, and thanking her for her
hospitality and kindness. Heroines of romance, read of in fiction,
might take abrupt flight from dwellings by night, or else; but I was
nothing of the sort; only a rational girl of sober, everyday life, and
must act accordingly.
"Do you happen to know how Lady Chandos is to-night, Harriet?" I asked,
when the maid came in to inquire whether I wanted anything more.
"Her ladyship's a trifle better, Miss. I have just heard Hill say so."
Harriet left the room; and I sat thinking as before. That my seeing
Lady Chandos could only be accomplished by stratagem I knew, for Hill
was a very dragon, guarding that west wing. If it was really Lady
Chandos who had been pacing the grounds—and Mrs. Penn was positive in
her assertion and belief—she must undoubtedly be well enough to speak
to me. It was but a few words I had to say to her; a few minutes' time
that I should detain her. "Circumstances have called me away, but I
could not leave without personally acquainting you, madam, and thanking
you for your hospitality and kindness." Something to that effect: and
then I would borrow the money—about forty, or fifty francs; which Miss
Barlieu would give me to remit, as soon as I got to Nulle. With Lady
Chandos's sanction to my departure, Mr. Chandos could not put forth any
plea to detain me.
Never were plans better laid than mine—as I thought. Rehearsing them
over and over again in my mind after I, lay down in bed, the usual
sleeplessness followed. I tossed and turned from side to side; I began
to repeat verses; all in vain. Sleep had gone away from me, and I heard
the clock strike two.
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