The bride's fate: The sequel to "The changed brides"Southworth, Emma Dorothy Eliza Nevitte
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The bride's fate: The sequel to "The changed brides"
Southworth, Emma Dorothy Eliza Nevitte
American fiction -- 19th century
“Will not the shock be too great?”
“No; I have heard that she is almost morbid on the subject, and is
constantly looking for the child, and expecting to find him, or to have
him brought home to her. I also had a sort of conviction that I should
have the happiness of finding him and carrying him as a peace-offering
to his mother. It was a very remarkable presentiment, I think.”
“Presentiments when believed in, often fulfil themselves,” said Everage.
“However that may be, I so firmly believed that I should find the child,
that I instructed his mother’s friends to encourage her hopes and keep
up her expectations of seeing him, so that when I should bring him to
her, she should not sustain a fatal shock of joy.”
By this time they had reached Wellington street, and at the request of
Everage the cab was drawn up.
The poor gentleman got out.
“Give me your hand, Everage,” said Alexander; and holding it, he added,
“I shall see you very soon, and remember, you are to have that Highland
property.”
Everage pressed the hand of his magnanimous friend with a look more
eloquent than words, and then turned and walked rapidly up Wellington
street.
“Drive on,” said Alexander.
“Where now, sir?” inquired the cabman, touching his hat.
“Morley House, Trafalgar square.”
In a very few minutes the cab drove up to the hotel and stopped.
One of the servants of the house, seeing Lord Killcrichtoun’s face at
the window, came out to him.
“Do you know if Mr. Hammond is in the house just now?” inquired
Alexander.
“Yes, sir; he is in the reading-room.”
“Take in my card and ask him if he will do me the favor to come out.”
The waiter vanished, and Dick soon made his appearance at the cab door.
“Oh, Dick! I have found him!” exclaimed Alick, pointing to the child.
“Little Lenny! Thank God!” cried Dick, jerking open the door, jumping
into the cab, and seizing little Lenny and seating himself.
“Oh, Dit! Dit! Lenny tome home see Doosa! Met tome too! Lenny wide in
tab! Met wide too! Lenny not leave Met! Lenny love Met!”
And so the child prattled on, patting Dick’s cheeks, and pulling his
whiskers, and kissing him.
“Oh, I am so glad! Where did you find him, Alick? How was it? Tell me
all about it!”
“Too long a story, Dick. I must take him to his mother. Can I do so with
safety?”
“I think so. I have constantly encouraged her hopes of finding the
child; and yet perhaps it would be well to be cautious. I will just step
up and prepare her a little. I will tell her that we have better hopes
than ever of finding her child; and that we have heard from him, and
know where he is; and that he is now on his way to her, and so forth.
But I will not tell her that _you_ are bringing him. I will leave that
delight to yourself.”
“Thank you, Dick. Make haste, and don’t be gone a moment longer than
necessary.”
“I will come back as soon as possible,” said Dick as he disappeared.
“See Doosa! see Doosa!” exclaimed little Lenny impatiently.
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