The Argosy — page 26: what you’re looking at

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Lady Grace 13 only born to give a heap of trouble to their family, and for nothing else—as I have remarked to yours, every one of them, over and over again—and they ought not to be given way to under ordinary circum- stances. But when it comes to this point, that the girl may be dying, to give way may be nothing less than a duty.” ‘What next?” asked the Sub-dean. Miss Dynevor took up ascreen to shield her face, which always grew unpleasantly pink in argument, and repeated the substance of her conversation with Mary. ‘That she had promised to try to get well, provided she might once more see Charles Baumgarten. “And did you sanction it?” demanded the Sub-dean, turning - round fiercely, both hands thrust into his clerical pockets, “Why, no. I expect you’d have come down upon me pretty sharply if I had, Richard. I couldn’t, either, for Charles is on Circuit.” “Much good he'll do on that! growled the Sub-dean. ‘Time he was back though now, I suppose,” added Miss Dynevor, thoughtfully. ‘‘ It is some weeks since he started on it. Mary wants to be allowed to see him, that they may bid one another adieu for ever. “Let her see him then, and have done with it,” spoke the Canon sharply. Miss Dynevor was surprised at the concession, but hastened to repeat it to Mary. It made her pale and agitated. ‘‘T shall write a short epistle to his chambers in Pump Court and let it await him there,” said Miss Dynevor. ‘No doubt he will call here as soon as he reads it.” ‘Mind, aunt, I must see him alone,” said Mary, a strangely heightened colour lighting her wan cheeks. “You need not fear that any of us will covet to be present : we are not so fond of him,” retorted Miss Dynevor. She sent the “ epistle” to Pump Court. It lay there for some little time. Charles’s was the Home Circuit ; and when its business was over, he turned to Great Whitton to spend a day or two with his mother and sister, who were staying at Avon House. But he lost no time in obeying the summons, when he was back in London. Mary received him alone, as she had wished. She sat back upon the large, old-fashioned sofa in the drawing-room, her head supported. by a pillow. Charles was shocked to observe the change in her, and thought she must be dying. | ** No,” she said to him, after they had spoken for some time, “ I am not dying. ‘They think, at least they say, that when once my mind is at rest, when we shall have parted for good, suspense exchanged for certain misery, that I shall begin to get well again. It may be so.” ‘* Mary, they have no right to part us.” “It must be so: it is to be. I cannot act in defiance ot my tather.” “ And you can part from me without an eftort !” CONMICLOOKS.EO an