The Evil Genius: A Domestic Story — page 94: what you’re looking at

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THE EVIL GENIUS. 83 His face flushed, his dim eyes brightened. ‘‘ Has the doctor said it?” he asked. 66 Yes. bb) ‘“Why haven’t I been told of it before ?” ‘When I sent for you, I heard that you had gone out.” : The explanation passed by him unnoticed—perhaps even un- eard., ‘*Tell me what the doctor said,” he insisted; ‘‘1 want it ex- actly, word for word.” She obeyed him to the letter. The sinister change in his face, as the narrative proceeded, was observed by both the other persons present, as well as by his wife. She waited for a kind word of encouragement. He only said coldly: ‘What have you done ?” Speaking coldly on her side, she answered, ‘‘I have sent the carriage to fetch Miss Westerfield.” There was a pause. Mrs. Presty whispered to Randal: ‘I knew she would come back again! The Evil Genius of the family—that’s what I call Miss Westerfield. The name exactly fits her!” The idea in Randal’s mind was that the name exactly fitted Mrs. Presty. He made no reply; his eyes rested in sympathy on his sister-in-law. She saw, and felt his kindness at a time when kindness was doubly precious. Her tones trembled a little as she spoke to her silent husband. ‘* Don’t you approve of what I have done, Herbert ?” His nerves were shattered by grief and suspense; but he made an effort this time to speak gently. ‘‘ How can I say that?’ he replied. ‘‘ If the poor child’s life dependson Miss Westerfield-—— I ask one favor—give me time to leave the house before she comes here.” Mrs. Linley looked at him in amazement. | Her mother touched her arm; Randal tried by a sign to warn her to be careful. Their calmer minds had seen what the wife’s agitation had prevented her from discovering. In Lin- ley’s position the return of the governess was a trial to his self- control which he had every reason to dread; nis look, his voice, his manrer proclaimed it to persons capable of quietly observing him. He had struggled against his guilty passion—at what sacrifice of his own feelings no one knew but himself—and here was the temptation, at the very time when he was honorably resisting it, brought back to him by his wife! Her motive did unquestionably excuse, perhaps even sanction, what she had done; but this was an estimate of her conduct which com- ‘mended itself to others. From his point of view—motive or no motive—he saw the old struggle against himself in danger of being renewed; he felt the ground that he had gained slipping from under him already. In spite of the well-meant efforts made by her relatives to pre- vent it, Mrs. Linley committed the very error which it was most important that she should avoid. She justified herself, instead of leaving it to events to justify her. ‘‘ Miss Westerfield comes CORMNICLAO© Ss (EO) im