The Widow Barnaby. Vol. 2 (of 3)Trollope, Frances Milton
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The Widow Barnaby. Vol. 2 (of 3)
Trollope, Frances Milton
England -- Social life and customs -- 19th century -- Fiction; Social classes -- England -- Fiction; Widows -- Fiction
"No, ma'am," said Sally; "she has never come back since she went out
with the gentleman's servant as comed to fetch her."
"Then you may depend upon it, ma'am, that 'tis your maid as have robbed
you," said the landlady.
"My maid!... What! Jerningham?... Impossible!... She is the best girl in
the world--an innocent creature that I had away from school.... 'Tis
downright impossible, and I never will believe it."
"Well, ma'am," said the widow, "let it be who it will, it won't be
possible to catch 'em to-night; and I would advise you to go to bed, for
the poor young lady looks pale and frightened; ... and to-morrow
morning, ma'am, I would recommend your asking Mr. Peters what is best to
be done."
"And how am I to be sure that there are no thieves in the house now?"
cried Mrs. Barnaby.... "Open the door of your closet, Agnes, and look
under the beds; ... and you, Mrs. Crocker, you must go into the
drawing-room, and down stairs and up stairs, and everywhere, before I
lay my poor dear head upon my pillow.... I don't choose to have my
throat cut, I promise you.--Good Heavens!... What will Major Allen say?"
"I don't think, ma'am, that we should any of us like to have our throats
cut," replied Mrs. Crocker; "and luckily there is no great likelihood of
it, I fancy.... Good night, ladies."
And without waiting for any further discussion, the sleepy mistress of
the mansion crept back to bed ... her hand-maiden followed her example,
and Agnes was left alone to receive upon her devoted head the torrent of
lamentations by which the bereaved Mrs. Barnaby gave vent to her sorrows
during great part of the night.
On the following morning the widow took Mrs. Crocker's very reasonable
advice, and repaired to Rodney Place in time to find Mr. Peters before
he set off on his daily walk to Bristol. Agnes, pale, fatigued, and
heavy-hearted, accompanied her, and so striking was the change in her
appearance from what it had been the day before, that those of the
party round the breakfast-table, who best loved her, were much more
pleased than pained, when they learned that the cause of her bad night
and consequent ill looks, was her aunt's having been robbed of nearly a
hundred pounds and a few articles of plate.
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