Pulp Fiction, 1865 · page 357 of 399
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The Master of Greylands. 337 “Is the situation at Greylands’ Rest one that you think will suit you?—do you feel that it is what you will like to undertake?” Miss Castlemaine asked when the speaker paused. ‘Yes, Ido. Iam very much pleased to have obtained it.” ‘Then I can only say that I hope you will be happy in it, and find it all you can wish. I am sure you will like my uncle. Your pupil, Miss Flora Castlemaine, 1s self-willed, and has been much indulged by her mother. You will be able, I trust, to bring her to better ways.” ‘¢ And you will take my little girl, madam ?” ‘‘Certainly. It 1s very good of you to confide her to us.” “Tt is very good of you to agree to take her, madam. I amso glad! And how much shall I pay you for here Say by the trimestre— the three months?” } Miss Castlemaine shook her head with a smile. “I have not been here long enough to act on my own judgment,” she said: “upon all knotty points I consult Sister Mildred. We will let you know in the course of the day.” Madame Guise rose. But for the dreadful suspicion that lay upon her, the crime she was going out of her own character to track, she would have liked to throw herself into the arms of this gracious lady, and say with tears, “ You are my husband’s cousin. Qh, pity me, for J was Anthony’s wife!” But it might not be. She had entered on he task and must pursue it. And when a dainty little note in Sister Margaret’s writing was brought over to the Dolphin in the evening by Sister Ann, Madame Guise found that the ladies had fixed a very small sum as payment for her child—four pounds the quarter, or sixteen pounds the year. ‘¢ Cent francs par trimestre,” commented Madame Guise in her own language. “It is quite moderate: but Marie is but a little one.” The child went over on the following day. She was entered as Mademoiselle Marie Guise: Very much astonished would those good ladies have been had they known her true name to be that of their Superior—Mary Ursula Castlemaine! There was no fear of the child betraying secrets. She was a very backward child, not only in speech ; she seemed to have forgotten all about her father, and she could not have told the name of her native place, where it was, or anything about it, if questioned ever so. Trouble was expected with her at the parting. Her mother was advised not to attempt to see her for some three or | four days after she went over to the Nunnery; but rather to give her time to get reconciled to the change, and to this new abode. It was cruel penance to the mother, this parting ; worse than it could have been to the child. Madame Guise saw her at a distance on the following day, Sunday—for it happened to be Saturday that the child went in. The little church was filled at the three o'clock, afternoon service, when Parson Marston gabbled through the prayers and the VOL. XV. COMIC QOC|KKS.EO in —_)