The revulsion of feeling, from despair and grief, was too great. She
burst into tears, having struggled against them in vain. Mr. Ashley rose
and looked from the window; and presently she grew calmer. When he sat
down again she gave him the outline of her situation; of her present
dilemma; of her hopes--poor hopes that they were!--of getting a scanty
living through letting her rooms and doing some sewing, or by other
employment. "Were I to lose my furniture, it would take from me this
only chance," she concluded.
"You shall not lose it through me," warmly spoke Mr. Ashley. "The man
shall be dismissed from your house in half an hour's time."
"Oh, thank you, thank you!" she breathed, rising to leave. "I have not
been able to supply him with great things in the shape of food, and he
uses very bad language in the hearing of my children. Thank you, Mr.
Ashley."
He shook hands with her cordially, and attended her to the hall door.
Mrs. Ashley, a pretty, lady-like woman, somewhat stately in general,
stood there still. Well wrapped in velvet and furs, she did not care to
return to the warm rooms. Jane said a few words of apology for detaining
her, and passed on.
Mr. Ashley turned back to his room, drew his desk towards him, and began
to write. His wife followed him. "Who was that, Thomas?"
"Mrs. Halliburton: our widowed tenant, next door to Samuel Lynn's. You
remember I told you of meeting the funeral. Two little boys were
following alone."
"Oh, poor little things! yes. What did she want?"
Mr. Ashley made no reply: he was writing rapidly. The note, when
finished, was sealed and directed to Mr. Dare. He then helped his wife
into the carriage, took the reins, and sat down beside her. The groom
took his place in the seat behind, and Mr. Ashley drove round the gravel
drive, out at the gate, and turned towards Helstonleigh.
"Thomas, you are going the wrong way!" said Mrs. Ashley, in
consternation. "What are you thinking of?"
"I shall turn directly," he answered. There was a severe look upon his
face, and he drove very fast, by which signs Mrs. Ashley knew something
had put him out. She inquired, and he gave her the outline of what he
had just heard.
"How could Anthony Dare act so?" involuntarily exclaimed Mrs. Ashley.
"I don't know. I shall give him a piece of my mind to-morrow more
plainly than he will like. This is not the first time he has attempted a
rascally action under cover of my name."
"Shall you lose the rent?"
"I think not, Margaret. She said not, and she carries sincerity in her
face. I am sure I shall not lose it if she can help it. If I do, I must,
that's all. I never yet added to the trouble of those in distress, and I
never will."
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