England -- Social life and customs -- 19th century -- Fiction; Families -- Fiction; Young women -- Fiction
"Oh dear," I thought to myself, "what a labyrinth a little indiscretion
may involve one in. I see now that I was not justified in telling Moore
about Grimsthorpe. It was not faithful to Isabel, but with his being
here on the spot and seeing the place for himself, it never struck me
before in this light. No doubt he would have heard some gossip about
it, but probably not enough to cause much curiosity. I shall really be
very glad when we are both safely back at home again, and the whole
thing forgotten, so far as ever can be. Moore has had his lesson
anyway; I am certain he would never intrude on the Greys again, even if
he were here for months. How very discreet those old ladies were! I
suppose they have learnt it, poor things." For that there was a secret,
and a very sad one, my recent experiences had in no way led me to doubt.
"By the way," I went on in my own mind, "I wonder how they knew our
name?" Then I recalled the little colloquy at the hall-door. "Of
course," I reflected, "they must have asked for the young lady who was
staying here, and naturally the footman would speak of me as `Miss
Fitzmaurice'?" and later I discovered, by a little judicious inquiry
through my own maid, that this had in fact been the case. Nor did I
make the inquiry solely through curiosity. I had noticed the almost
imperceptible hesitation in Miss Jessie's manner as she addressed me by
name, and I could not forget--it was no use pretending to myself that I
should ever do so--the mention of "Ernest Fitzmaurice" which I had
overheard. "Something to do specially with Jessie," I had gathered.
"Poor little woman! What may she not have suffered in life, and how
brave she seems!" were my last waking thoughts that night.
CHAPTER TEN.
CHANGE OF SCENE.
The Wynyards' return was after all delayed for a day or two, and this,
as will be readily understood, I did not regret, as it gave more time
for Moore's progress in convalescence. I had persuaded Mrs Bence and
Sims, though not without some difficulty, to join me in keeping back the
news of the accident from our hosts till we could tell it to them by
word of mouth.
"It would only worry them," I said, "and do no conceivable good, and
they are sure to come back the very first day possible."
And when they did arrive I felt doubly glad that I had taken this
precaution, for Mr Wynyard was looking rather tired and depressed, and
Isabel confided to me that the meeting his relative after an interval of
a great many years had--as she expressed it--"taken it out of him"
considerably, though the business matters which they had met to arrange
had all been satisfactorily concluded.
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