'Interesting time be--' Mr. Bell restricted himself to coughing

over the end of his sentence. 'She could be content to be at

Venice or Naples, or some of those Popish places, at the last

"interesting time," which took place in Corfu, I think. And what

does that little prosperous woman's "interesting time" signify,

in comparison with that poor creature there,--that helpless,

homeless, friendless Margaret--lying as still on that sofa as if

it were an altar-tomb, and she the stone statue on it. I tell

you, Mrs. Shaw shall come. See that a room, or whatever she

wants, is got ready for her by to-morrow night. I'll take care

she comes.' Accordingly Mr. Bell wrote a letter, which Mrs. Shaw declared,

with many tears, to be so like one of the dear general's when he

was going to have a fit of the gout, that she should always value

and preserve it. If he had given her the option, by requesting or

urging her, as if a refusal were possible, she might not have

come--true and sincere as was her sympathy with Margaret. It

needed the sharp uncourteous command to make her conquer her vis

inertiae, and allow herself to be packed by her maid, after the

latter had completed the boxes. Edith, all cap, shawls, and

tears, came out to the top of the stairs, as Captain Lennox was

taking her mother down to the carriage: 'Don't forget, mamma; Margaret must come and live with us. Sholto

will go to Oxford on Wednesday, and you must send word by Mr.

Bell to him when we're to expect you. And if you want Sholto, he

can go on from Oxford to Milton. Don't forget, mamma; you are to

bring back Margaret.' Edith re-entered the drawing-room. Mr. Henry Lennox was there,

cutting open the pages of a new Review. Without lifting his head,

he said, 'If you don't like Sholto to be so long absent from you,

Edith, I hope you will let me go down to Milton, and give what

assistance I can.' 'Oh, thank you,' said Edith, 'I dare say old Mr. Bell will do

everything he can, and more help may not be needed. Only one does

not look for much savoir-faire from a resident Fellow. Dear,

darling Margaret! won't it be nice to have her here, again? You

were both great allies, years ago.' 'Were we?' asked he indifferently, with an appearance of being

interested in a passage in the Review.

'Well, perhaps not--I forget. I was so full of Sholto. But

doesn't it fall out well, that if my uncle was to die, it should

be just now, when we are come home, and settled in the old house,

and quite ready to receive Margaret? Poor thing! what a change it

will be to her from Milton! I'll have new chintz for her bedroom,

and make it look new and bright, and cheer her up a little.' In the same spirit of kindness, Mrs. Shaw journeyed to Milton,

occasionally dreading the first meeting, and wondering how it

would be got over; but more frequently planning how soon she

could get Margaret away from 'that horrid place,' and back into

the pleasant comforts of Harley Street.




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