"Well, we can say no more now; I feel how necessary it was, I should
be roused from my false security, and that you have acted as a true
friend in undertaking, what I know, must have been so painful a task.
I must try and think clearly and deeply; and will speak to you about
my cogitations; meanwhile, as we shall soon be home, let us change the
subject, and I will endeavour to recover my serenity before I meet
grandpapa."
Winter pressed the hand she held out to him, with a feeling of sincere
respect and admiration, for the manner in which she had borne his
communications, and an earnest wish that the platform, at the next
Jews' meeting, might prove insecure, and so open the ranks of the
peerage to Fred Egerton--
"Though," he added, mentally, "there is no knowing the effects of
prosperity on him."
"Is grandpapa at home, nurse?" asked Kate.
"No, miss, he said he felt lonesome, and walked out to see Mr. Gilpin."
Thankful for a few minutes' solitary reflection, she ran to her room,
and hastily fastening the door, threw herself into a chair--not to
think, that would be by no means a correct term to apply to the
confusion of ideas, and images, which presented themselves to her mind;
some most foreign to the subject of the conversation with Winter.
Dungar, and her early days, with their bright anticipations rose
painfully clear before her eyes--the dreadful possibility of seeing her
grandfather in poverty--and the insurmountable difficulty of making
nurse understand the necessity for retrenchment--the distressing
consciousness of the necessity to think deeply, struggling with
the impossibility of fixing her thoughts; and a dim feeling that an
impassable barrier was about to be raised between her and the class of
which Fred Egerton was a representative.
All these and a thousand more undefined, shadowy, outlines swept across
her mind, while she sat so still that she felt the throbbing of her
heart, as if echoed in her head, and she could almost almost hear the
pulses that vibrated through her slight frame.
Frightened at this continued rebellion of her thoughts, against her
will, she threw herself on her knees, silently laying the painful chaos
before the Almighty ruler and searcher of hearts!
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