A Heart's Bitterness — page 191: what you’re looking at

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A HEART'S BITTERNESS. 183 ‘‘ Weil, since it is some neighbor man, I don’t see but she said true enough. There, be calm or you will hurt yourself. Drink your tea at once. You see, Violet, what comes of recklessly leaving your home. A woman is safe under her husband’s roof, and there she should stay unless he takes her elsewhere.” ‘“T know it, Norman,” said Violet, humble and penitent. But when breakfast was ended Lord Leigh said he would have a cigar in the garden, and went out to Magery, who was weeding her lettuce. . ‘‘Magery, who is that crazy creature?” ‘‘ Indeed, my lord, I don’t know.” ‘“Where did he come from? How came he here?” ‘‘ Well, my lord, it’s no harm to tell you, though I did insist to my lady he was a dream. Adam brought him - here.” | ‘* Adam, my valet! And what did he say about him?” ‘‘ My lord, the man was sick and raving, from a great cut all along the side of his head. It knocked him clean crazy, and he’s been crazy ever since. Adam said I was such a good nurse he brought him to me. He was a friend of his who had got into trouble, and he did not want to have him investigated, going to an asylum. So Adam pays me for keeping him, and I have him safe in that strong, comfortable room off the kitchen. Only lately he has got out twice, and I cannot see how he does it.” «« Had he no luggage, no papers?” ‘‘No, my lord, only a few new things I think Adam had bought in London for him.” «And when did he come here?” «The last day of November, my lord.” ‘‘T think if he does not improve, Adam.must take him — to Scotland to a good asylum. I fear for your safety, Magery.” «Thank you, my lord.” 7 On the third day after this, Mrs. Ainslie said to her gover- ness at luncheon: ‘‘ Miss Hope, my niece, the countess, has come home. I called on her this morning. She has had a trip to the Towers, and is looking as fresh as a rose, and Leigh is so- pleased and proud you cannot think. ‘There is to be an heir there before the year is out—a future earl, Heaven Eomicbooks (a(@)