The Last of the Mortimers: A Story in Two VoicesOliphant, Mrs. (Margaret)
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The Last of the Mortimers: A Story in Two Voices
Oliphant, Mrs. (Margaret)
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“Then you are a relation!” cried Sara; “you must be a relation, there
are so few Mortimers; and your father must have been her lover. Are you
sure, are you quite sure? Why, _your_ name must be Mortimer too! and
Milly! Mr. Langham calls you Milly--Milly Mortimer! Oh, dear, dear! I
never can get to the Park to tell them to-night, and how shall I contain
myself till to-morrow? I knew there must be something that made me love
you so much at first sight. To be sure, that explains everything. Milly
Mortimer! oh, you dear, pretty, good, delightful Mrs. Langham! I am so
glad, so happy! They are my godmothers, and so to be sure we are
relations too!”
Upon which Sara threw her arms round me in a wild, rapid embrace. I was
so very much shaken and disturbed with all that had happened, that I
could scarcely bear this last. I remember using all my remaining power
to convince her that the relationship was by no means certain still, and
that it was not to be communicated to the ladies at the Park without
further assurance. Sara, however, only overpowered me with caresses and
exclamations. She entirely upset all the remaining strength I had. She
kept us from that consultation which Harry and I were both so much
longing for. She left us at last in terror lest we should be brought
into immediate contact with those unknown relatives. This day of great
news, excitement, and perplexity, was, I think, the most exhausted,
uncomfortable day I ever met with in all my life.
CHAPTER IX.
“It is the oddest business altogether that I had ever anything to do
with,” said Harry, next morning; “one cannot tell what step to take
first. My own idea, of course, is to call on this old Cresswell and get
it all out of him. He evidently is the man who knows.”
“Ah, but, Harry, if he is one of those scheming lawyers,” said I, “why
should he go and betray his clients for people whom he never heard of
before? and, besides, it would be impossible to tell him how we got
information about it, for you could not speak of the advertisement
without ruining poor Mr. Ward.”
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