Edna Browning; $b or, the Leighton homestead. A novelHolmes, Mary Jane
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Edna Browning; $b or, the Leighton homestead. A novel
Holmes, Mary Jane
American fiction -- 19th century
“It is impossible for me to go, with my dress and everything in its
present condition, and the party to-morrow night,” Georgie said,
“neither can I spare Maude, and as it does seem necessary that Jack
should have some woman there besides Aunt Luna, I came to see if you
would be kind enough to go over just for to-day. You can, of course,
return to-morrow, when Annie will, I am sure, be better. Jack is easily
frightened, and has, no doubt, exaggerated the case. Will you go, Miss
Overton, if Mrs. Churchill can spare you?”
She was holding Edna’s hand, and squeezing it affectionately; in fact,
she had held and squeezed it ever since she commenced talking, and she
was so urgent and anxious, that Edna consented, feeling a genuine
pleasure in the prospect of seeing the little girl who had been her
pupil for a short time, and in whom she had been so much interested.
“Thank you so much. You don’t know how you have relieved me, for I know
you will do everything that is necessary, and Mrs. Churchill says you
are a capital nurse,” Georgie said, kissing Edna twice, and promising to
send the carriage round at once with the articles Jack had ordered.
Edna had never seen Annie since she left Chicago, and she got herself in
readiness immediately, and in less than an hour was standing in Jack
Heyford’s house, and explaining to him why she had come instead of
Georgie.
“Not coming! Sent you in her place?” he repeated, appearing more angry
and excited than Edna had ever before seen him. “She is a hard,
unnatural woman, and if Heaven lets her prosper, I shall lose my faith
in everything I have been taught to respect,” he said, grinding his
teeth together as he uttered the words, which seemed almost like a curse
upon the proud girl, who at that very moment was trying on her party
dress, and calculating the effect upon her guests when she appeared
before them in her costly and becoming robes.
Still she did not forget Annie, and all the day long there was a dull,
heavy pain in her heart, and a foreboding of evil, which at last
prompted her to tell Maude of the note from Jack, and to ask her as a
favor to go herself to Jersey City, and bring news of the sick girl. It
was the first Maude had heard of Annie’s danger, and she opened her eyes
wide with wonder and surprise, as she asked:
“Why not go yourself, Georgie? Not that I am unwilling, but Annie wants
_you_. Neither Miss Overton nor myself will answer the purpose.”
“I can’t,” Georgie replied. “I might ride over this evening, if I was
sure of coming back, but once there, Annie and Jack both would insist
upon my staying through the night, and you know just how loss of sleep
affects my nerves and spirits.”
“And looks,” Maude added, sarcastically, knowing that this was the real
key to the whole matter.
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