Guardian and ward -- Fiction; Inheritance and succession -- Fiction; Love stories
"Then, guardian, how could you think it? If I have seemed dull and
unhappy, surely it was not strange, considering my position."
"Of course not; but I was flattering myself with the belief that you
were really getting reconciled to your fate."
"I am reconciled," said Kate, warmly; "but I can not help longing to
take my old nurse by the hand again, and to see my friends."
"Friends?" he said, looking at her curiously.
"Yes; I made two friends down there whose society was pleasant to me,
and whom I have missed."
"Indeed! I did not know."
"But tell me, is uncle coming? Does he know I am here?" cried Kate,
excitedly.
"No, he is not coming, my child, and he does not know you are here,"
said Garstang, watching her searchingly.
"Ah!" ejaculated the girl, with a sigh of relief. "I could not--I dare
not meet him."
"That is what I felt. You can not meet him for some time to come, but
there are unpleasant complications, my dear, which trouble me a great
deal."
"Yes?" said Kate, excitedly.
"Such as will, I fear, make it necessary for you to remain still
secluded."
"But, Mr Garstang, suppose that he should come to see you one day when
you were out, and he were shown in to me."
"Ah, yes," he said, dryly, watching her troubled face narrowly, "what I
once said: that would be awkward."
"Oh, it would be horrible," cried Kate, springing to her feet. "I could
not go back with him. And he has a right to claim me, and he would
insist."
She began to pace the room excitedly, with her hands clasped before her.
"Yes, my child, it would be horrible," said Garstang, gently, "and that
is why, in spite of its giving you pain, I have been so particular lest
by any letter of yours he should learn where you were."
"But he might come as I said--to see you, in your absence," she cried.
"No, my dear," he said, reaching out one hand as she was passing the
back of his chair; and she stopped at once, and placed hers trustingly
within. "Don't be alarmed. I am an old man of the world, and for years
past I have had to set my wits to work to battle with other people's.
Uncle James does not know that you are here, and unless you tell him he
is not likely to know, for the simple reason that he is not aware that I
have such a place."
Kate uttered a sigh of relief, and let her hand rest in his.
"Poor fellow, he is horribly disappointed, and he is leaving no stone
unturned to trace you, and his hopeful son is helping him and watching
me."
"Oh!" ejaculated Kate, excitedly. "Yes, but they do not know of this
place, and are keeping an eye upon my offices in Bedford Row and my
house down in Kent. I little thought when my poor old friend and client
died and this place fell to me that it would one day prove so useful.
So there, try and stop this fluttering of the pulses, little maid; so
long as we are careful, and you wish it, you can remain in sanctuary.
Now let's dismiss the tiresome business altogether. I am glad, though,
that you are pleased about the piano."
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