"I remember, of course, perfectly well the little calendar in the hall.
You gave it me at Christmas, and it was always out of order, and never
kept right. But I could make it out without that."
"You must not think of it for a moment," cried Elinor, with a shudder.
There had been so many things to think of that it had scarcely occurred
to her what it was to which she had to bear witness. She told her mother
hurriedly the story of that incident, and then she added, without stopping
to take breath, "But I will not appear. I cannot appear. We must keep it
out of the papers, at every cost. Mother, do not think it dreadful of
me. I will run away with Pippo; far away, if you will not be anxious.
This is just his chance between school and college. I will take him to
Greece."
"To Greece, Elinor?" Mrs. Dennistoun cried, with almost a shriek.
"Mother, dear, it is not so very far away."
"I am not thinking how far away it is, Elinor. And leave his father's
reputation to suffer? Leave him perhaps to be ruined--by a false
charge?"
"Oh, mother," cried Elinor, starting to her feet. She was quite
unprepared for such remonstrance.
"My dear, I have not opposed you; though there have been many things I
have scarcely approved of. But, Elinor, this must not be. Run away from
the law? Allow another to suffer when you can clear him? Elinor, Elinor,
this must not be--unless I can go and be his witness in your place. I
might do that," said Mrs. Dennistoun, seriously. She paused a moment,
and then she said, "But I think you are wrong about the sixth. He stayed
only one night, and the night he went away was the night that Alick
Hudson--who was going up for his examination. I can make it out exactly,
if you will give me a little time to think it over. My poor child! that
you should have this to disturb your peace. But I will go, Elinor. I can
clear him as well as you."
Elinor stood up before her, pallid as a ghost. "For God's sake, mother,
not another word," she said, with a dreadful solemnity. "The burden is
mine, and I must bear it. Let us not say a word more."
CHAPTER XXXVIII.
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