"Thank you, love. You know I'll stay with you all my life. I have no one
of my own to live for; they are all gone. I have no father or mother, or
brother or sister, or husband or child. I am as lonely as you, Maud;
only you have lost a father and this home, and by and by you will marry
and have a new home, a husband, and little ones at your knee; but for
me the world is over. Every day I live keeps me further off from my
husband; every day you live brings you nearer to yours. Ah, Maud, women
have but poor lives of it, and the poor childless widow is worse than
the dead." She burst into tears.
"Mrs. Grant," cried the girl, throwing her arms round the woman, "pray,
pray forgive me! I have been cruelly selfish, thinking only of my own
sorrow and never of yours. Dear Mrs. Grant, do forgive my selfishness!"
The widow wound her arms around the weeping girl, and crushing back her
own grief, said passionately:
"Selfish, Maud! you selfish! Why, my darling never thinks there is such
a person as herself until she finds she can be of use to some one. No,
love, not selfish. There, love, love, don't cry; we shall be the best of
friends all our lives. We are both friendless and alone; that is all
the more reason why we should be good friends all our lives, Maud
darling. I'll never leave you if you will let me stay. There now,
there's a dear child; dry your eyes and drink the wine, and let us go
and get this matter over."
"Put away the wine; I am ready. We shall never, never part, Mrs. Grant
dear."
The two left the little drawing-room. Mrs. Grant put one arm
affectionately round the girl's waist; Maud held one of Mrs. Grant's
hands in hers.
As they drew near the library-door they found Mr. Grey awaiting them in
the passage. Placing himself on her right side, he offered her his arm.
Mrs. Grant dropped to the rear, and, preserving this order, they reached
the library-door.
Here Mr. Grey paused for a moment, and said to his partner in a low
voice:
"The strange gentleman who would not give his name is within. He says he
has authority to be present. He may be a solicitor on behalf of some of
the smaller legatees. I do not wish to be rude to him or to say he must
give me his authority. He says he will speak to you some time to-day. Do
you wish me to tell him to go, or do you prefer that I should merely
request him to give up all hope of an interview to-day?"
"I cannot, I cannot see him," cried the girl, clinging to his arm, and
looking up appealingly into his face.
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