Mary Ann Thornycroft sat in the large, luxurious1, comfortable drawing-room of the Red Court Farm. The skies without were grey and wintry, the air was cold, the sea was of a dull leaden colour; but with that cheery fire blazing in the grate, the soft chairs and sofas scattered2 about, the fine pictures, the costly3 ornaments4, things were decidedly bright within. Brighter a great deal than the young lady's face was; for something had just occurred to vex5 her. She was leaning back in her chair; her foot, peeping out from beneath the folds of her flowing dress, impatiently tapping the carpet: angry determination written on every line of her countenance6. Between herself and Richard there had just occurred a passage at arms--as is apt to be the case with brother and sister, when each has a dominant7 and unyielding will.
At home for good, Miss Thornycroft had assumed her post as mistress of the house in a spirit of determination that said she meant to maintain it. The neighbours came flocking to see the handsome girl, a woman grown now. She had attained8 her nineteenth year. They found a lady-like, agreeable girl, with Cyril's love for reading, Isaac's fair skin and beautiful features, and Richard's resolute9 tone and lip. Very soon, within a week of her return, the servants whispered to each other that Miss Thornycroft and her brothers had already begun their quarrelling, for both sides wanted the mastery. They should have said her brother--very seldom indeed was it that Isaac interfered10 with her--Cyril never.
She had begun by attempting to set to rights matters that probably never would be set right; regularity12 in regard to the serving of the meals. They set all regularity at defiance13, especially on the point of coming in to them. They might come, or they might not; they might sit down at the appointed hour, or they might appear an hour after it. Sometimes the dinners were simple, oftener elaborate; to-day they would be alone, to-morrow six or eight unexpected guests, invited on the spur of the moment, would sit down to table; just as it had been in the old days. Mr. Thornycroft's love of free-and-easy hospitality had not changed. To remedy this, Mary Anne did not attempt--it had grown into a usage; but she did wish to make Richard and Isaac pay more attention to decorum.
"They cannot be well-conducted, these two brothers of mine," soliloquized Miss Thornycroft, as she continued to tap her impatient foot. "And papa winks14 at it. I think they must have acquired a love for low companions. I hear of their going into the public-house, and, if not drinking themselves, standing16 treat for others. Last night they came in to dinner in their velveteen coats, and gaiters all mud--after keeping it waiting for five-and-forty minutes. I spoke17 about their clothes, and papa--papa took their part, saying it was not to be expected that young men engaged in agriculture could dress themselves up for dinner like a lord-in-waiting. It's a shame!"
Richard and Isaac did indeed appear to be rather loose young men in some things; but their conduct had not changed from what it used to be--the change lay in Miss Thornycroft. What as a girl she had not seen or noticed, she now, a young woman come home to exact propriety18 after the manner of well-conducted young ladies, saw at once, and put a black mark against. Their dog-cart, that ever-favourite vehicle, would be heard going out and coming in at all sorts of unseasonable hours; when Richard and Isaac lay abed till twelve (the case occasionally) Miss Thornycroft would contrive19 to gather that they had not gone to it until nearly daylight.
The grievance20 this morning, however, was not about any of these things: it concerned a more personal matter of Miss Thornycroft's. While she was reading a letter from Susan Hunter, fixing the day of the promised visit, Richard came in. He accused her of expecting visitors, and flatly ordered her to write and stop their coming. A few minutes of angry contention21 ensued, neither side giving way in the smallest degree: she said her friends should come, Richard said they should not. He strode away to find his father. The justice was in the four-acre paddock with his gun.
"This girl's turning the house upside down," began Richard. "We shall not be able to keep her at home."
"What girl? Do you mean Mary Anne?"
"There's nobody else I should mean," returned the young man, who was not more remarkable22 for courtesy of speech, even to his father, than he used to be. "I'd pretty soon shell out anybody else who came interfering23. She has gone and invited some fellow and his sister down to stay for a week, she says. We can't have prying24 people here just now."
"Don't fly in a flurry, Dick. That's the worst of you."
"Well, sir, I think it should be stopped. For the next month, you know--"
"Yes, yes, I know," interposed the justice. "Of course."
"After that, it would not so much matter," continued Richard. "Not but that it would be an exceedingly bad precedent25 to allow it at all. If she begins to invite visitors here at will, there's no knowing what the upshot might be."
"I'll go and speak to her," said Mr. Thornycroft. "Here, take the gun, Dick."
Walking slowly, giving an eye to different matters as he passed, speaking a word here, giving an order there, the justice went on after the fashion of a man whose mind is at ease. It never occurred to him that his daughter would dispute his will.
"What is all this, Mary Anne?" he demanded, when he reached her. "Richard tells me you have been inviting26 some people to stay here."
Miss Thornycroft rose respectfully.
"So I have, papa. Susan Hunter was my great friend at school; she is remaining there for the holidays, which of course is very dull, and I asked her to come here for a week. Her brother will bring her."
"They cannot come," said Mr. Thornycroft.
"Not come!"
"No. You must understand one thing, Mary Anne--that you are not at liberty to invite people indiscriminately to the Red Court I cannot sanction it."
A hard look of resentment28 crossed her face; opposition29 never answered with the Thornycrofts, Cyril excepted: he was just as yielding as the rest were obstinate30.
"I have invited them, papa. The time for the visit is fixed31, the arrangements are made."
"I tell you, they cannot come."
"Not if Richard's whims32 are to be studied," returned Miss Thornycroft, angrily, for she had lost her temper. "Do you wish me to live on in this house for ever, papa, without a soul to speak to, save my brothers and the servants? And cordial companions they are," added the young lady, alluding34 to the former, "out, out, out, as they are, night after night! I should like to know where it is they go to. Perhaps I could find out if I tried."
A fanciful person might have thought that Mr. Thornycroft started. "Daughter!" he cried, in a hoarse35 whisper, hoarse with passion, "hold your peace about your brothers. What is it to you where they go or what they do? Is it seemly for you, a girl, to trouble yourself about the doings of young men? Are you going to turn out a firebrand amongst us? Take care that you don't set the Red Court alight."
The words might have struck her as strange, might indeed have imparted a sort of undefined fear, but that she was so filled with anger and resentment as to leave no room for other impressions. Nevertheless, there was that in her father's face and eye which warned her it would not do to oppose him now, and her rejoinder was spoken more civilly.
"Do you mean, papa, that you will never allow me to have a visitor?"
"I do not say that. But I must choose the times and seasons. This companion of yours may come a month later, if you wish it so, very much. Not her brother. We have enough young men in the house of our own. And I suppose you don't care for him."
Miss Thornycroft would have liked to say that he was the one for whom she did care--not the sister--but that was inexpedient. A conscious flush dyed her face; which Mr. Thornycroft attributed to pain at her wish being opposed. He had not yet to learn how difficult it was to turn his daughter from any whim33 on which she had set her will.
"Write to-day and stop their coming. Tell Miss--what's the name?"
"Hunter," was the sullen36 answer.
"Tell Miss Hunter that it is not convenient to receive her at the time arranged, but that you hope to see her later. And--another word, Mary Anne," added Mr. Thornycroft, pausing in the act of leaving the room; "a word of caution; let your brothers alone; their movements are no business of yours, neither must you make it such. Shut your eyes and ears to all that does not concern you, if you want to live in peace under my roof."
"Shut my eyes and ears?" she repeated, looking after him, "that I never will. I can see how it is--papa has lived so long under the domineering of Richard that he yields to him as a habit. It is less trouble than opposing him. Richard is the most selfish man alive. He thinks if we had visitors staying at the court, he must be a little more civilized37 in dress and other matters, and he does not choose to be so. For no other reason has he set his face against their coming; there can be no other. But I will show him that I have a will as well as he, and as good a right to exercise it."
Even as Miss Thornycroft spoke, the assertion, "there can be no other," rose up again in her mind, and she paused to consider whether it was strictly38 in accordance with facts. But no; look on all sides as she would, there appeared to be no other reason whatever, or shadow of reason. It was just a whim of Richard's; who liked to act, in small things as in great, as though he were the master of the Red Court Farm--a whim which Miss Thornycroft was determined39 not to gratify.
And, flying in the face of the direct command of her father, she did not write to stop her guests.
The contest had not soothed40 her, and she put on her things to go out. The day was by no means inviting, the air was raw and chill, but Miss Thornycroft felt dissatisfied with home. Turning off by the plateau towards the village, the house inhabited by Tomlett met her view. It brought to her remembrance that the man was said to have received some slight accident, of which she had only heard a day or two ago. More as a diversion to her purposeless steps than anything else, she struck across to inquire after him. Mrs. Tomlett, an industrious41 little woman with a red face and shrill42 voice, as you may remember, stood at the kitchen table as Miss Thornycroft approached the open door, peeling potatoes. Down went the knife.
"Don't disturb yourself, Mrs. Tomlett. I hear your husband has met with some hurt. How was it done?"
For a woman of ordinary nerve and brain, Mrs. Tomlett decidedly showed herself wanting in self-possession at the question. It seemed to scare her. Looking here, looking there, looking everywhere like a frightened bird, she mumbled43 out some indistinct answer. Miss Thornycroft had seen her so on occasions before, and as a girl used to laugh at her.
"When did it happen, Mrs. Tomlett?"
"Last week, miss; that is, last month--last fortnight I meant to say," cried Mrs. Tomlett, hopelessly perplexed44.
"What was the accident?" continued Miss Thornycroft. "Well, it was a--a--a pitching of himself down the stairs, miss."
"Down which stairs? This house has no stairs."
Mrs. Tomlett looked to the different points of the room as if to assist her remembrance that the house had none.
"No, miss, true; it wasn't stairs. He got hurted some way," added the woman, in a pang45 of desperation. "I never knowed clear how. When they brought him home--a carrying of him--his head up, as one might say, and his legs down, my senses was clean frightened out o' me: what they said and what they didn't say, I couldn't remember after no more nor nothing. May be 'twas out o' the tallet o' the Red Court stables he fell, miss: I think it was."
Miss Thornycroft thought not; she should have heard of that. "Where was he hurt?" she asked. "In the leg, was it not?"
"'Twas in the arm, miss," responded Mrs. Tomlett. "Leastways, in the ankle."
The young lady stared at her as a natural curiosity. "Was it in both, Mrs. Tomlett?"
Well, yes, Mrs. Tomlett thought it might be in both. His side also had got grazed. Her full opinion was, if she might venture to express it, that he had done it a climbing up into his boat. One blessed thing was--no bones was broke.
Miss Thornycroft laughed, and thought she might as well leave her to the peeling of the potatoes, the interruption to which essential duty had possibly driven her senses away.
"At any rate, whatever the hurt, I hope he will soon be about again," she kindly46 said, as she went out.
"Which he is a'most that a'ready," responded Mrs. Tomlett, standing on the threshold to curtsey to her guest.
No sooner was the door shut than Tomlett, a short, strong, dark man, with a seal-skin cap on, and his right arm bandaged up, came limping out of an inner room. The first thing he did was to glare at his wife; the second, to bring his left hand in loud contact with the small round table so effectually that the potatoes went flying off it.
"Now what do you think of yourself for a decent woman?"
Mrs. Tomlett sat down on a chair and began to cry. "It took to me, Ben, it did--it took to me awful," she said, deprecatingly, in the midst of her tears; "I never knowed as news of the hurt had got abroad."
"Do you suppose there ever was such a born fool afore as you?" again demanded Mr. Tomlett, in a slow, subdued47, ironical48, fearfully telling tone.
"When she come straight in with the query--what was Tomlett's hurt and how were it done?--my poor body set on a twittering, and my head went clean out o' me," pleaded Mrs. Tomlett.
"A pity but it had gone clean off ye," growled49 the strong-minded husband; "'tain't o' no good on."
"What were I to say, took at a pinch like that? I couldn't tell the truth; you know that, Tomlett."
"Yes, you could; you might ha' told enough on't to satisfy her:--'He was at work, and he fell and hurt hisself.' Warn't that enough for any reasonable woman to say? And if she'd asked where he fell, you might ha' said you didn't know. Not you! He 'throwed hisself down the stairs,' when there ain't no stairs to the place; he 'fell out o' the tallet;' he 'done it a climbing up into his boat!' Yah!"
"Don't be hard upon me, Tomlett, don't."
"'And the hurt,' she asked, 'was that in the leg?'" mercilessly continued Mr. Tomlett. "'No, it weren't in the leg, it were in the arm, leastways, in the ankle,' says you; and a fine bobbin o' contradiction that must ha' sounded to her. Yah again! Some women be born fools, and some makes theirselves into 'em."
"It were through knowing you'd get a listening, Tomlett. Nothing never scares the wits out o' me like that. When I see the door open a straw's breadth, I knew your ear was at it; and what with her afore me talking, and you ahind me listening, I didn't know the words I said no more nor if it wasn't me that spoke 'em. Do what I will, I'm blowed up."
"Blowed up!" amiably50 repeated Mr. Tomlett; "if you was the wife o' some persons, you'd get the blowing up and something atop of it. Go on with them taturs."
Leaving them to their domestic bliss51 and occupations--though from the above interlude Tomlett must not be judged: he made in general a good husband, only he had been so terribly put out--we will go after Miss Thornycroft. As she struck into the road again she saw Anna Chester talking to one of her two elder brothers, it was too far off to distinguish which; and indeed Richard and Isaac were so much alike in figure, that the one was often taken for the other. That it was the latter, Miss Thornycroft judged; there appeared to be a sort of intimacy--a friendship--between Isaac and Anna that she by no means approved of, and Isaac had taken to go rather often to Captain Copp's.
Anna came on alone; her gentle face beaming, her pretty lips breaking into smiles. But Miss Thornycroft was cold.
"Which of my brothers were you talking to?"
"It was Isaac," answered Anna, turning her face away, for the trick of colouring crimson52 at Isaac's name, acquired since her return, was all too visible.
"Ah, yes, I knew it must be Isaac. What good friends you seem to be growing!"
"Do you think so?" returned Anna, stooping to do something or other to her dainty little boot, and speaking as lightly as the circumstances permitted. "He stopped me to say that Captain Copp was going to dine at the Red Court this evening, and so asked if I would accompany him."
"Oh, it's to be one of their dinner gatherings53 this evening, is it?" replied Mary Anne, alluding to her brothers with her usual scant54 ceremony. "Well, I hope you will come, Anna; otherwise I shall not go in."
"Thank you. Yes."
"But look here. If you get telling Isaac things again that I tell you, you and I shall quarrel. What is he to you that you should do it?"
Not for a long while had Anna felt so miserably55 bewildered. She began ransacking56 her memory for all she had said. At these critical moments, discovery seemed very near.
"This morning, Richard chose to question me about Susan Hunter's coming down. He had heard of it from Isaac. Now I had not mentioned it to Isaac, or to any one else at home: time enough for that when the day was fixed; and Isaac could only have learnt it from you."
"I--I am not sure--I can't quite tell--it is possible I did mention it to him," stammered57 poor Anna. "I did not think to do harm."
"I dare say not. But it has done harm; it has caused no end of mischief58 and disturbance59 at home, and got me into what my brothers politely call a 'row.' Kindly keep my affairs to yourself for the future, Anna."
She turned away with the last words, and the poor young wife, in a sea of perplexity and distress60, continued her way. The life she was leading was exceedingly unsatisfactory; never a moment, save in some chance and transitory meeting in the village or on the heath, did she obtain one private word with Isaac. Isaac was rather a frequent dropper-in now at Captain Copp's; but the cautious sailor, remembering the warning hint of his mother, took care to afford no scope for private talking; or, as he phrased it, sweethearting; and Mrs. Copp--her terror of discovery being always fresh upon her guarded Anna zealously61. Could she have had her way, they would have passed each other with a formal nod whenever they met.
"Never again," murmured Anna. "I must never again speak to him about his home--unless it be of what the whole world knows. How I wish this dreadful state of things could terminate! I have heard of secrets--concealments--wearing the life away; I believe it now."
The former resident superintendent62 of the coastguard, Mr. Dangerfield, had left Coastdown, and been replaced by Mr. Kyne. Private opinion ran that Coastdown had not changed for the best; Mr. Supervisor63 Dangerfield (the official title awarded him by Coastdown) having been an easy, good-tempered, jolly kind of man, while Mr. Supervisor Kyne was turning out to be strict and fussy64 on the score of "duty." Justice Thornycroft, the great man of the place, had received him well, and the new officer evidently liked the good cheer he was made welcome to at the Red Court Farm.
On this same morning Mr. Thornycroft, strolling out from his home, saw the supervisor on the plateau, and crossed the rails to join him. Mr. Kyne, a spare man of middle age, with a greyish sort of face and hair cut close to his head, stood on the extreme edge of the plateau, attentively65 scanning the sea. He slowly turned as Mr. Thornycroft approached.
"Looking out for smugglers?" demanded the justice, jestingly. For this new superintendent had started the subject of smuggling66 soon after he came to Coastdown, avowing67 a suspicion that it was carried on; the justice had received it with a fit of laughter, and lost no opportunity since of throwing ridicule68 on it.
"Shall I tell him, or not?" mentally debated Mr. Kyne. "Better not, perhaps, until we can get hold of something more positive. He would never believe it; he would resent it as a libel on Coastdown."
The fact was, Mr. Kyne had received information some short while before, from what he considered a reliable source, that smuggling to a great extent was carried on at Coastdown, or on some part of the coast lying nearly contiguous to it. He was redoubling his own watchfulness69 and his preventive precautions: to find out such a thing would be a great feather in his cap.
"You won't ridicule me out of my conviction, sir."
"Not I," said the justice; "I don't want to."
"I shall put a man on this plateau at night."
Mr. Thornycroft opened his eyes. "What on earth for?"
"Well--I suspect that place below."
"Suspect that place below!" repeated the justice, advancing to the edge and looking down. "What is there on it to suspect?"
"Nothing--that's the truth. But if contraband70 things are landed, that's the most likely spot about. There is no other at all that I see where it could be done."
"And so you look at it on the negative principle," cried the justice, curling his lip. "Don't be afraid, Kyne. If the Half-moon had but a bale of smuggled71 goods on it, there it must be until you seized it. Is there a corner to hide it in, or facility for carrying it away?"
"That's what I say to myself," rejoined Mr. Kyne. "It's the only thing that makes me easy."
"Don't, for humanity's sake, leave your poor men here on a winter's night; it would be simply superfluous72 in the teeth of this impossibility! The cold on this bleak73 place might do for some of them before morning, or a false step in the dark send them over the cliff. Not to speak of the ghost," added the justice, with a grim smile.
The supervisor gave an impromptu74 grunt75, as if the latter sentence had jarred on his nerves.
"That ghost tale is the worst part of it!" cried he. "Cold they are used to, danger they don't mind; but there's not one of them but shudders76 at the thought of seeing the ghost. I changed the men when I found how it was; sent the old ones away, and brought fresh ones here; well, will you believe me, justice, that in two days after they came they were as bad as the old ones? That fellow, Tomlett, with two or three more that congregate77 at the Mermaid78, have told them the whole tale. I can hardly get 'em on here since, after nightfall--though it's only to walk along the plateau and back again."
Mr. Thornycroft looked straight out before him. The supervisor noticed the grave change that had come to his face; and remembered that this, or some other superstitious79 fear, was said to have killed the late Mrs. Thornycroft. What with this story, what with the other deaths spoken of, taking their rise remotely or unremotely in the ghost, what with the uncomfortable feeling altogether that these things left on the mind in dark and lonely moments, Mr. Supervisor Kyne might have confessed, had he been honest enough, to not caring to stay himself on the plateau at night. But for this fact, the place would have been better guarded, since his men, in spite of the ghost, must have remained on duty.
"Do you happen to know a little inlet of a spot lying near to Jutpoint?" asked Mr. Thornycroft. "They say that used to be famous for smuggling in the old days. If any is carried on still--a thing to be doubted--there's where you must look for it."
"Ay, I've heard before of that place," remarked the supervisor. "They say it's quiet enough now."
"I should have supposed most places were," said the justice, a mocking intonation80 again in his tone, which rather told on the ears it was meant for. "We revert81 to smuggling now as a thing of the past, not the present. What fortunes were made at it!"
"And lost," said the supervisor.
Mr. Thornycroft shrugged82 his shoulders. "Were they? Through bad management, then. Before that exposure of the custom-house frauds, both merchants and officers lined their pockets. And do still, no doubt."
They were slowly walking together, side by side on the brow of the plateau, as they talked. Mr. Thornycroft stole a glance at his companion. The supervisor's face was composed and cold; nothing to be gathered from it.
"It has its charms, no doubt, this cheating of the revenue," resumed the justice. "Were I a custom-house officer, and had the opportunity offered me, I might be tempted83 to embrace it. Look at the toil84 of these men--yours, for example--work, work, work and responsibility perpetually; and then look at the miserable85 pittance86 of pay. Why, a man may serve (and generally does) until he's fifty years of age, before he has enough salary doled87 out to him to keep his family in decent comfort."
"That's true," was the answer; "it keeps many of us from marrying. It has kept me."
"Just so. One can't wonder that illegitimate practices are considered justifiable88. The world in its secret conscience exonerates89 you, I can tell you that, Mr. Supervisor."
Mr. Supervisor walked along, measuring his steps, as if in thought; but he did not answer.
"Why, how can it be otherwise?" continued the magistrate90, warming with his subject and his sympathy. "Put the case before us for a moment as it used to be put. A merchant--Mr. Brown, let us say--has extensive dealings with continental91 countries, and imports largely. Every ship-load that comes for him must pay a duty of four hundred pounds, more or less, to the customs. Brown speaks to the examining officer' 'You wink15 at this ship-load, don't see it; and we'll divide the duty between us; you put two hundred in your pocket, and I'll put two.' Who is there among us that would not accede92? Not many. It enables the poor, ill-paid gentleman to get a few comforts; and he does it."
"Yes; that is how many have been tempted."
"And I say we cannot blame them. No man with a spark of humanity within his breast could give blame. Answer for yourself, Kyne: were it possible that such a proposal could be made to you in these days, would you not fall in with it?"
"No," said the officer, in a low but decisive tone "I should not."
"No?" repeated Mr. Thornycroft, staring at him.
"It killed my father."
Mr. Thornycroft did not understand. The supervisor, looking straight before him as if he were seeing past events in the distance, explained, in a voice that was no louder than a whisper.
"He was tempted exactly as you have described; and yielded. When the exposures took place at the London Customs, he was one of the officers implicated93, and made his escape abroad. There he died, yearning94 for the land to which he could not return. The French doctors said that unsatisfied yearning killed him; he had no other discoverable malady95."
"What a curious thing!" exclaimed Mr. Thornycroft.
"There were some private, unhappy circumstances mixed with it. One was, that his wife would not share in his exile. I could not; I had already a place in the Customs. Just before he died I went over, and he extorted96 a solemn promise from me never to do as he had done. I never shall. No inducement possible to be offered would tempt11 me."
"It is a complete answer to the supposititious case propounded," said the justice, laughing pleasantly.
"Supposititious, indeed!" remarked Mr. Kyne. "It could not occur in these days."
"Certainly not. And therefore your theory of present smuggling must explode. I must be going. Will you come in to-night and dine with us, Kyne? Copp is coming, and a few more. We've got the finest turbot, the finest barrel of natives you ever tasted."
Inclination97 led Mr. Supervisor Kyne one way, duty another. He thought he ought not to accept it; the dinners at the Red Court were always prolonged until midnight at least, and his men would be safe to go off the watch. But--a prime turbot! and all the rest of it! Mr. Kyne's mouth watered.
"Thank you, sir; I'll come."
The evening dinner-gathering took place. Mr. Kyne and others, invited to attend it, assembled in the usual unceremonious fashion, and were very jolly to a late hour. Miss Thornycroft and Anna sat down to table, quitting the gentlemen as soon as dinner was over. Ladies, as a rule, were never invited to these feasts, but if Miss Thornycroft appeared at table, the justice had no objection to her asking a companion to join her. Generally speaking, however, her dinner on these occasions was served to her alone.
"My darling, I am unable to take you home tonight; I--I cannot leave my friends," whispered Isaac, finding himself by a happy chance alone with Anna. Going into the drawing-room for a minute, he found his sister had temporarily left it to get a book.
"Sarah is coming for me."
"Yes, I know."
His arms pressed jealously round her for the first time since they parted, his face laid on hers, he took from her lips a shower of impassioned kisses. Only for a moment. The sweeping98 trail of Miss Thornycroft's silk dress was even then heard. When she entered, Anna sat leaning her brow upon her raised fingers; Isaac was leaving the room, carelessly humming a scrap99 of a song. Yes, it was an unsatisfactory life at best--a wife and no wife; a heavy secret to guard; apprehension100 always.
The days went on. Miss Thornycroft, defiantly101 pursuing her own will, directly disobeying her father's command, did not write to stop the arrival of her guests; and yet an opportunity offered her of doing so. I fully27 believe that these opportunities of escape from the path of evil are nearly always afforded once at least in every fresh temptation, if we would but recognise and seize upon them.
It wanted but two days to that of the expected arrival, when a hasty note was received from Miss Hunter saying she was prevented coming; it concluded with these words: "My brother is undecided what to do; he thinks you will not want him without me. Please drop him just one line; or if he does not hear he will take it for granted that you expect him."
There was an opportunity!--"Just one line," and Mary Anne Thornycroft would have had the future comfort of knowing that she had (in substance at least) obeyed her father.
But she did not send it.
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