"As yet, he can have none. If old Cora went to Albert Street last
evening, she would learn nothing from Mrs. Shelfer, I took care of that,
except that Lily had been there, and was gone again. The old woman does
not speak English enough to attempt to cross-examine. She loves poor
Lily, I know, but will be satisfied with the belief that the child had
gone to her brother’s. And as for that monster, even if he relents, he
will be too proud to inquire."
"What had my poor child done, that the brute turned her out, and struck
her?"
"Nothing, I believe, beyond defending her brother Conrad, as she always
did. I suppose I may call him ’Conrad,’ Uncle?"
"Yes, my dear, it is his true name, chosen by his mother. Where are you
going so hastily?"
"To London at once. For your sake, Uncle dear, I must not think of
sparing him. I must have him in custody to-night. I would have avoided
it, if I could for a thousand reasons; but there is no alternative."
"Yes there is. In two days I shall be beyond his reach. Don’t ask me
what I mean. To-day is Thursday. Promise only to let him go free till
Saturday."
"I will. But I must go to London. I cannot rest quiet here."
My Uncle’s face brightened beautifully. And he took my hand in his.
"I know what you mean, my darling. You intend to discover my Harry, for
fear of any mishap. I will let you go, dear; though the house seems
empty without you, its truthful and graceful mistress. But you must not
go alone. It is not right for a beautiful girl, however self-possessed
and dignified, especially one of your station, to rove about
unattended."
"Only one man ever insulted me, Uncle, I mean in a serious way, and he
never did it again."
"It does not matter. The example is bad, and all men are not gentlemen.
Mrs. Fletcher shall go with you, and our pretty Lily keep house. But I
have an especial reason, and a most powerful one, for wishing that you
should be here. Don’t go till to-morrow, my darling; I am so well
to-day, and I must see you once at your own table, with my daughter and
me for your guests."
"Oh, Uncle, I hope so a thousand times. I will stop till the morning,
if you have set your heart upon it."
"I have indeed. You may go in the morning by the first train, and be
back to-morrow night. Will you promise?"
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