Home Influence: A Tale for Mothers and DaughtersAguilar, Grace
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Home Influence: A Tale for Mothers and Daughters
Aguilar, Grace
Domestic fiction; Mothers and daughters -- Fiction
"This evasion will not do, Robert; give me the papers at which you were
so startled."
He hesitated, and Mrs. Hamilton extended her hand to take them herself;
but her hand and arm so shook, that to hide it from her domestic, she
let it quietly drop by her side, and repeated her command in a tone that
brooked no farther delay. He placed the little drawer and its contents
in her hand, and, without a word, withdrew into the farthest window. For
full five, it might have been ten minutes, there was silence so deep, a
pin-fall might have been loudly heard. It was broken by Mrs. Hamilton.
"Robert!"
There was neither change nor tremor in the voice, but the fearful
expression of forcibly-controlled suffering on her deathlike countenance
so awed and terrified him, he besought her, almost inarticulately, to
let him fetch a glass of water--wine--something--
"It is not at all necessary, my good boy; I am perfectly well. This is,
I believe, the only note that can be identified as one of those you
lost; these smaller ones (she pointed to three, of one, two, and four
pounds each, which Ellen had received at long intervals from Mrs.
Langford) have nothing to do with it?"
"No, madam, and that--that may not--"
"We can not doubt it, Robert, I have its number; I need not detain you,
however, any longer. Take care of these broken fragments, and if they
can be repaired, see that it is done. Here is Miss Hamilton's note and
parcel. I believe you are to wait for an answer, at all events inquire.
I need not ask you to be silent on this discovery, till I have spoken to
Miss Fortescue, or to trust my promise to make your innocence fully
known."
"Not by the exposure of Miss Ellen! Oh, madam, this is but one of them,
the smallest one--it may have come to her by the merest chance--see how
stained it is with damp--for the sake of mercy, oh, madam, spare her and
yourself too!" and in the earnestness of his supplication Robert caught
hold of her dress, hardly knowing himself how he had found courage so to
speak. His mistress's lips quivered.
"It is a kind thought, Robert, and if justice to you and mercy to the
guilty can, by any extenuating clause unknown to me now, be united,
trust me, they shall. Now go."
He obeyed in silence, and still Mrs. Hamilton changed not that outward
seeming of rigid calm. She continued to put every paper and letter away
(merely retaining the notes), locked the drawer, took possession of the
key, and then retired to her own room, where for half an hour she
remained alone.
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