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her hand to them as they drove off shouting their good-byes, Reginald with the reins2, and Bertie with his curly head uncovered, waving his cap to his mother. She watched them till they disappeared among the trees, with a smile of pride and pleasure on her face, and then there came a dead dulness over it, like a landscape on which the sun had suddenly gone down.
‘Emmy, you should not stand here in the cold,’ she said; ‘run upstairs, my dear, to a warm room.’
‘And what are you going to do, mamma?’
‘I have some business to look after,’ Mrs. Blencarrow said. She went along the stone passage and down the stairs where Kitty and Walter had gone on the night of the ball. She had a weary look,
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and her footsteps, usually so elastic3, dragged a little. The business-room was as cheerful as a large fire could make it; she opened the door with an anxious look in her eyes, but drew a breath of relief when she saw that no one was there. On the mantelpiece was a note in a large bold handwriting: ‘Out on the farm, back at five,’ it said. Mrs. Blencarrow sat down in the arm-chair in front of her writing-table. She leant her head in her hands, covering her face, and so remained for a long time, doing nothing, not even moving, as if she had been a figure in stone. When she stirred at last and uncovered her face, it was almost as white as marble. She drew a long sigh from the very depths of her being. ‘I wonder how long this can go on,’ she said, wringing4 her hands, speaking to herself.
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These were the same words which Kitty and Walter had overheard in the dark, but not from her. There were, then, two people in the house to whom there existed something intolerable which it was wellnigh impossible to bear.
She drew some papers towards her and began to look over them listlessly, but it was clear that there was very little interest in them; then she opened a drawer and took out some letters, which she arranged in succession and tried to fix her attention to, but neither did these succeed. She rose up, pushing them impatiently away, and began to pace up and down the room, pausing mechanically now and then to look at the note on the mantelpiece and to look at her watch, both of which things she did twice over in five minutes. At five! It was not
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four yet—what need to linger here when there was still an hour—still a whole hour? Mrs. Blencarrow was interrupted by a knock at her door; she started as if it had been a cannon6 fired at her ear, and instinctively7 cast a glance at the glass over the mantelpiece to smooth the agitation8 from her face before she replied. The servant had come to announce a visitor—Mrs. Bircham—awaiting his mistress in the drawing-room. ‘Ah! she has come to tell me about Kitty,’ Mrs. Blencarrow said to herself.
She went upstairs wearily enough, thinking that she had no need to be told what had become of Kitty, that she knew well enough what must have happened, but sorry, too, for the mother, and ready to say all that she could to console her—to put forth9 the best pleas she could for the
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foolish young pair. She was so full of trouble and perplexity herself, which had to be kept in rigorous concealment10, that anything of which people could speak freely, upon which they could take others into their confidence, seemed light and easy to her. She went upstairs without a suspicion or alarm—weary, but calm.
Mrs. Bircham did not meet her with any appeal for sympathy either in look or words; there was no anxiety in her face. Her eyes were full of satisfaction and malice11, and ill-concealed but pleasurable excitement.
‘I can see,’ said Mrs. Blencarrow, ‘that you have news of Kitty,’ as she shook hands with her guest.
‘Oh, Kitty is right enough,’ said the other hastily; and then she cast a glance round the room. ‘Are we quite alone?
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’ she asked; ‘there are so many corners in this room, one never knows who may be listening. Mrs. Blencarrow, I do not come to speak of Kitty, but about yourself.’
‘About myself?’
‘Oh,’ said Mrs. Bircham, with a gasp12, ‘you speak in that innocent tone as if it was quite surprising that anyone could have anything to say of you.’
Mrs. Blencarrow changed her position so as to get her back to the light; one of those overwhelming flushes which were habitual13 to her had come scorching14 over her face.
‘No more surprising to me than—to any of us,’ she said, with an attempt at a smile. ‘What is it that I have done?’
‘Oh, Mrs. Blencarrow—though why I
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should go on calling you Mrs. Blencarrow when that’s not your name——’
‘Not my name!’ There was a shrill15 sort of quaver in her voice, a keen note as of astonishment16 and dismay.
‘I wish,’ cried Mrs. Bircham, growing red, and fanning herself with her muff in her excitement—‘I wish you wouldn’t go on repeating what I say; it’s maddening—and always as if you didn’t know. Why don’t you call yourself by your proper name? How can you go on deceiving everybody, and even your own poor children, living on false pretences17, “lying all round,” as my husband says? Oh, I know you’ve been doing it for years; you’ve got accustomed to it, I suppose; but don’t you know how disgraceful it is, and what everybody will say?’
Had there been any critic of human
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nature present, it would have gone greatly against Mrs. Blencarrow that she was not astonished at this attack. She rose up with a fine gesture of pride.
‘This is an extraordinary assault to make upon me,’ she said, ‘in my own house.’
‘Is it your own house, after disgracing it so?’ cried the visitor. And then she added, after an angry pause for breath: ‘I came out of kindness, to let you know that everything was discovered. Mr. Bircham and I thought it was better you should have it from a friend than from common report.’
‘I appreciate the kindness,’ said Mrs. Blencarrow, with something like a laugh; then she walked to the side of the fire and rang the bell. Mrs. Bircham trembled, but her victim was perfectly18
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calm; the assailant looked on in amazed expectation, wondering what was to come next, but the assailed19 stood quietly waiting till the servant appeared. When the man opened the door, his mistress said: ‘Call Mrs. Bircham’s carriage, John, and attend her downstairs.’
Mrs. Bircham stood gasping20 with rage and astonishment. ‘Is that all?’ she said; ‘is that all you have got to say?’
‘All—the only reply I will make,’ said the lady of the house. She made her visitor a stately bow, with a wave of the hand towards the door. Mrs. Bircham, half mad with baffled rage, looked round as it were for some moral missile to throw before she took her dismissal. She found it in the look of the man who stood impassive at the door. John was a well-trained servant, bound
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not to look surprised at anything. Mrs. Bircham clasped her hands together, as if she had made a discovery, made a few hasty steps towards the door, and then turned round with an offensive laugh. ‘I suppose that’s the man,’ she said.
Mrs. Blencarrow stood firm till the door had closed and the sound of her visitor’s laugh going downstairs had died away: then she sank down upon her knees in the warm fur of the hearthrug—down—down—covering her face with her hands. She lay there for some time motionless, holding herself together, feeling like something that had suddenly fallen into ruin, her walls all crumbled21 down, her foundations giving way.
The afternoon had grown dark, and a gray twilight22 filled the great windows. Nothing but the warm glow of the fire
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made any light in the large and luxurious23 room. It was so full of the comforts and brightness of life—the red light twinkling in the pretty pieces of old silver and curiosities upon the tables, catching24 in ruddy reflection the picture-frames and mirror, warming and softening25 the atmosphere which was so sheltered and still; and yet in no monastic cell or prison had there ever been a prostrate26 figure more like despair.
The first thing that roused her was a soft, caressing27 touch upon her shoulder; she raised her head to see Emmy, her delicate sixteen-year-old girl, bending over her.
‘Mamma, mamma, is anything the matter?’ said Emmy.
‘I was very tired and chilly28; I did not hear you come in, Emmy.
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‘I met Mrs. Bircham on the stairs; she was laughing all to herself, but when she saw me she began to cry, and said, “Poor Emmy! poor little girl! You’ll feel it.” But she would not tell me what it was. And then I find you, mamma, looking miserable29.’
‘Am I looking miserable? You can’t see me, my darling,’ said her mother with a faint laugh. She added, after a pause: ‘Mrs. Bircham has got a new story against one of her neighbours. Don’t let us pay any attention, Emmy; I never do, you know.’
‘No, mamma,’ said Emmy, with a quaver in her voice. She was very quiet and said very little, but in her half-invalid condition she could not help observing a great many things that eluded30 other people, and many alarms
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and doubts and suppressed suspicions were in her mind which she could not and would not have put in words. There was something in the semi-darkness and in the abandon in which she had found her mother which encouraged Emmy. She clasped Mrs. Blencarrow’s arm in both of hers, and put her face against her mother’s dress.
‘Oh, mamma,’ she said, ‘if you are troubled about anything, won’t you tell me? Oh, mamma, tell me! I should be less unhappy if I knew.’
‘Are you unhappy, Emmy?—about me?’
‘Oh! I did not mean quite that; but you are unhappy sometimes, and how can I help seeing it? I know your every look, and what you mean when you put your hands together—like that, mamma.
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‘Do you, Emmy?’ The mother took her child into her arms with a strong pressure, as if Emmy’s feeble innocence31 pressed against her own strong, struggling bosom32 did her good. The girl felt the quiver in her mother’s arm, which enfolded her, and felt the heavy beating of the heart against which she was pressed, with awe5 and painful sympathy, but without suspicion. She knew everything without knowing anything in her boundless33 sympathy and love. But just then the clock upon the mantelpiece tingled34 out its silvery chime. Five o’clock! Mrs. Blencarrow put Emmy out of her arms with a sudden start. ‘I did not think it was so late. I have to see some one downstairs at five o’clock.’
‘Oh, mamma, wait for some tea; it is just coming.
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‘You are very late,’ said Mrs. Blencarrow to the butler, who came in carrying a lamp, while John followed him with the tray. Tea in the afternoon was a very novel invention, at that time known only in a few houses. ‘Do not be so late another day. I must go, Emmy—it is business; but I shall be back almost directly.’
‘Oh, mamma, I hate business; you say you will be back directly, and you don’t come for hours!’
Mrs. Blencarrow kissed her daughter and smiled at her, patting her on the shoulder.
‘Business, you know, must be attended to,’ she said, ‘though everything else should go to the wall.’
Her face changed as she turned away; she gave a glance as she passed at the face
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of the man who held open the door for her, and it seemed to Mrs. Blencarrow that there was a gleam of knowledge in it, a suppressed disrespect. She was aware, even while this idea framed itself in her mind, that it was a purely35 fantastic idea, but the profound self-consciousness in her own soul tinged36 everything she saw; she hurried downstairs with a sort of reluctant swiftness, a longing37 to escape and yet an eagerness to go.
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