Mutely she held out her hand to him. He took it in silence, shook off
his absorbed manner, smiled softly on her, then the two resumed their
walk. From that moment, from that hand-pressure, from that smile, from
the soft sigh which greeted that smile, and the firm breathing and
measured step with which he resumed the walk, it was plain their
friendship had been sealed. He knew he had inspired her with confidence,
and she knew she felt faith in this new cousin-friend, who had been a
source of disquiet to her in her childhood, and was destined to be a
source of sustentation and strength to her in her maiden years.
For a while they walked on in silence.
"And now, Maud, there is some detail I wish to speak to you about."
"Yes."
"You will of course continue to live here----"
"But I am no longer----" she interrupted.
"You will, _of course_, continue to live here. I shall not set out for
Egypt for a few days, and in that time I will see that all things are
put in order for you here. I understand that the lady who sat upon your
right is the Mrs. Grant alluded to in the will?"
"Yes. She is my only friend----"
"Maud, your only friend!"
"I mean, of course, William, after you."
"That's a good child. Call me William always, and learn to think of Mrs.
Grant as your _second_ friend. I hope she will continue to stay with
you. Do you think she will?"
"Oh, yes; she has promised. She is and has been a great and a good
friend to me. I do not know what I should have done all through the last
few months but for her. She has promised to stay with me as long as I
like, and I know I shall like her to stay with me always."
He looked fixedly at the slender graceful figure by his side, the figure
of the only woman in the world in whom he felt interest--the interest of
blood. The idea that he was head of the family felt new to him. He had
often tried to realise it before, but never until now did he know what
it was to have any one dependent upon his protection; and the person so
depending being his beautiful cousin Maud, the feeling was not only new,
but sweet and purifying as well.
At length he said: "I wish I had not to go abroad; but, Maud, when I
came away from Egypt I had intended to return, and left matters in such
a state that my not going back would cause the greatest confusion, and I
must not, because I have now become rich, treat badly the office so
useful to me when I was poor. But I will be back to see that you are
all right as soon as ever I can. Has your guardian, Mr. Grey, any sons?"
"No. He has no child. He never had a child."
"He is married, of course?"
"Yes, but he lost his wife in a dreadful accident that happened to a
river steamboat some months ago."
"Then he is a widower?"
"Yes."
Sir William's brows fell, and he bent his eyes on the ground for a few
seconds. He raised his head, and, partly closing his lids, looked dead
ahead for a few seconds more.
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