England -- Fiction; France -- Fiction; Governesses -- Fiction; Orphans -- Fiction
The ten days' sojourn in the desolate house ended, and then Charlotte
Delves told me I was going to leave it. In consequence of the death of
Selina, the trustees had assigned to Mrs. Hemson the task of choosing a
school for me. Mrs. Hemson had fixed on one near to the town where she
resided, Dashleigh; and I was to pass a week at Mrs. Hemson's house
before entering it. On the evening previous to my departure, a message
came from Mr. Edwin Barley that I was to go to him in the dining-room.
Charlotte Delves smoothed my hair with her fingers; and sent me in. He
was at dessert: fruit and wine were on the table; and John set a chair
for me. Mr. Edwin Barley put some walnuts that he cracked and a bunch
of grapes on my plate.
"Will you take some wine, little girl?"
"No, thank you, sir. I have just had tea."
Presently he put a small box into my hands. I remembered having seen it
on Selina's dressing-table.
"It contains a few of your Aunt Selina's trinkets," he said. "All she
brought here, except a necklace, which is of value, and will be
forwarded, with some of her more costly clothes, to Mrs. Hemson for
you. Do you think you can take care of these until you are of an age to
wear them?"
"I will take great care of them, sir. I will lock them up in the little
desk mamma gave me, and I wear the key of it round my neck."
"Mind you do take care of them," he rejoined, with suppressed emotion.
"If I thought you would not, I would never give them to you. You must
treasure them always. And these things, recollect, are of value," he
added, touching the box. "They are not child's toys. Take them
upstairs, and put them in your trunk."
"If you please, sir, has the will been found?" I waited to ask.
"It has not. Why?"
"Because, sir, you asked me if I had taken it; you said I was the only
one who knew where it had been put. Indeed, I would not have touched it
for anything."
"Be easy, little girl. I believe my wife herself destroyed the will:
but I live in hopes of coming to the bottom of the mystery yet. As you
have introduced the subject, you shall hear a word upon it from me.
Busybodies have given me hints that I ought to carry out its substance
in spite of the loss. I do not think so. The will, and what I hear
connected with its making, has angered me, look you, Anne Hereford. Had
my wife only breathed half a word to me that she wished you to have her
money, every shilling should be yours. But I don't like the underhand
work that went on in regard to it, and shall hold it precisely as
though it had never existed. If I ever relent in your favour, it will
not be yet awhile."
"I did not know she was going to leave me anything, indeed, sir."
"Just so. But it was you who undertook the communications to Gregg, it
seems, and admitted him when he came. You all acted as though I were a
common enemy; and it has vexed me in no measured degree. That's all,
child. Take another bunch of grapes with you."
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