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250 The Story of Charles Strange. ‘‘when I go away ; you will take care of it. And if it were not that you are tied to London, and it would be too far for you to go up and down daily, 1 would leave you my house also—that you might live in it, and take care of that during my absence.” Mrs. Brightman had come to her senses. Very much, I confess, — to my astonishment, much also I think to Annabel’s, she had put aside her prejudices and consented to our marriage. The difficulty of where her daughter was to be during Miss Brightman’s sojourn in Madeira, had in a degree paved the way for it. Annabel would of course have returned to her mother ; she begged hard to be allowed to do so: she believed it her duty to be with her. But Miss Brightman would not hear of it, and, had she yielded, I should have interposed my veto in Mr. Brightman’s name. In Hatch’s words, strong in sense but weak in grammar, ‘ their home wasn’t no home for Miss Annabel.” | Mrs. Brightman could only be conscious of this. During her -sojourn at Brighton and for some little time after her return home, she had been very much better; had fought resolutely with the insidious foe, and conquered. But alas! she fell away again. Now she was almost as bad as ever ; tolerably sober by day, very much the opposite by night. Miss Brightman, dating forward, seeing, as she feared, only shoals and pitfalls, and most anxious for Annabel, had journeyed up to Clapham to her sister-in-law, and stayed there with her a couple of days. What passed between them even Hatch never knew ; but she did know that her mistress was brought to a penitent and subdued frame of mind, and that she promised Lucy Brightman, with many tears, to strive to overcome her fatal habit for the good God’s sake. And it was during this visit that she withdrew her opposition to the marriage; when Miss Brightman returned home she carried the consent with her. And my present visit to Hastings was to discuss time and place, and other matters; more particularly the question of where our home was to be. A large London house we were not yet rich enough to set up, and I would not take Annabel to an inferior one; but I had seen a charming little cottage at Richmond that might suit us—if she liked the locality. Closing the book of engravings, I turned to Miss Brightman, and entered upon the subject. Suddenly her attention wavered. It seemed to be attracted by something in the road. “Why, bless my heart, z#zs/” she cried in astonishment. “If ever I saw Hatch in my life, that is Hatch—coming up the street! Annabel, child, give me the glasses.” The glasses were on the table, and I handed them to her. Annabel flew to the window and grew white. She was never free from fears of what might happen in her mother’s house, Hatch it was, and apparently in haste. CONMNICLOOOKS. CORN