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"MARGARET AND HER BRIDESMAIDS.”
" What shall I do to gain eternal life?
Yea, with thy might.
Will life be fled,
TRANSLATION OF SCHILLER.
IN THREE VOLUMES.
249. X. 28.
THE LADY OF GLYNNE.
“ Time hath, my lord, a wallet on his back,
Wherein he puts alms for oblivion.”
PERHAPS a minute elapsed.
“I know not what arrangement you have made about my boy with his mother, I hardly think she is aware who is her guest.”
“ It was yesterday, only yesterday that I discovered it. I thought it better to wait to see you.”
“ You judged rightly, kindly. My boy is not a philosopher yet. He will have to rough
it in the world ere he takes a sudden parting calmly.”
Oh, Glynne, how cuttingly you said that, yet how instantly you saw my position, and helped me out of it !
“I cannot withhold from you, at the risk, though, of being considered impertinent, how grateful I am for the love and care you have bestowed on my boy, and all for his own sake, too, little spoilt animal. I was not aware, of course, to whom I was indebted, but allow me to say this is the first time I ever returned after an absence, that I have not had cause to regret leaving him. He would have mourned terribly, had you left him yesterday. I thank you from my heart."
Though every word was as darts of flame scorching me, with ruddy, glancing tongues, though I shrunk and shivered with strange mortification, and feelings I disliked and hated, yet could not define them, or struggle out of the misery they gave me, yet my woman's nature recoiled from showing any more emotion than himself.
I said calmlv,
“I have been living with Doctor Blaize, an old friend of my father's, for the last two years ; and when he died, I accepted a situation as nursery-governess in the south, preparatory to asking to be restored once more to you
“I believe your re-appearance will cause great joy. I will take upon myself to tell Selina; her health is delicate. She mourned for you.”
If I had thought or paused, all my fortitude would have given way. So I continued, —
“I used to see your boy on the sands at Brighton : his nurses were not good. We became acquainted, and play-fellows. I know nothing more than that his mother came for me suddenly, and took me away with her. I was the more content to go, and less curious as to her name, because I recognised her, and hoped I had greater chance of meeting with some of you, through her means, than by staying with Mrs. Hall."
Glynne bowed his old haughty mocking bow.
I drew myself up also, and said, “ I presume I had better go to the Lady,' and say I must leave her.”