His reply was to lean earnestly forward, awaiting her words, and she

told him briefly of her grievous perplexity about the title-deeds.

"Then," he said, "you would wish for me to see the man and ascertain how

he has disposed of them."

"I should be most grateful!"

"I will do my utmost. Perhaps I may not succeed immediately, as I

believe visitors are not admitted every day, and he is said to be busy

preparing his defence, but I will try, and let you know."

"Thanks, thanks! The doubt is terrible, for I know worry about it would

distract my mother."

"I do not imagine," he said, "that much worse consequences than worry

could ensue. But there are none more trying."

"Oh not none!"

"Do not let worry about this increase other ills," he said, kindly, "do

not think about this again till you hear from me."

"Is that possible?"

"I should not have thought so, if I had not watched my uncle cast off

troubles about his eye-sight and the keeping his living."

"Ah! but those were not of his own making."

"'There is a sparkle even in the darkest water.' That was a saying of

his," said Alick, looking anxiously at her pale cheek and down-cast eye.

"Not when they are turbid."

"They will clear," he said, and smiled with a look of encouraging hope

that again cheered her in spite of herself. "Meantime remember that in

any way I can help you, it will be the greatest favour--" he checked

himself as he observed the exceeding languor and lassitude apparent in

her whole person, and only said, "My sister is too much at the bottom of

it for me not to feel it the greatest kindness to me to let me try to

be of the slightest use. I believe I had better go now," as he rose and

looked at her wistfully; "you are too much tired to talk."

"I believe I am," she said, almost reluctantly, "but thank you, this has

done me good."

"And you are really getting better?"

"Yes, I believe so. Perhaps I may feel it when this terrible day is

over."

What a comfort it would be, she said to herself, when he was gone, if we

had but a near relation like him, who would act for the mother, instead

of our being delivered up, bound hand and foot, to Mr. Cox. It would

have been refreshing to have kept him now, if I could have done it

without talking; it really seemed to keep the horrible thoughts in

abeyance, to hear that wonderfully gentle tone! And how kind and soft

the look was! I do feel stronger for it! Will it really be better after

next week? Alas! that will have undone nothing.




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