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which he had separated Lady Glyde from her sister, and had sent her uselessly to London, when she was half distracted with anxiety on Miss Halcombeā€™s account. I naturally kept these thoughts to myself, and said nothing more to irritate him; but I was not the less resolved to persist in my purpose. A soft answer turneth away wrath, and I suppressed my own feelings accordingly when it was my turn to reply.

ā€œWhile I am in your service, Sir Percival,ā€ I said, ā€œI hope I know my duty well enough not to inquire into your motives. When I am out of your service, I hope I know my own place well enough not to speak of matters which donā€™t concern meā ā€”ā€

ā€œWhen do you want to go?ā€ he asked, interrupting me without ceremony. ā€œDonā€™t suppose I am anxious to keep youā ā€”donā€™t suppose I care about your leaving the house. I am perfectly fair and open in this matter, from first to last. When do you want to go?ā€

ā€œI should wish to leave at your earliest convenience, Sir Percival.ā€

ā€œMy convenience has nothing to do with it. I shall be out of the house for good and all tomorrow morning, and I can settle your accounts tonight. If you want to study anybodyā€™s convenience, it had better be Miss Halcombeā€™s. Mrs. Rubelleā€™s time is up today, and she has reasons for wishing to be in London tonight. If you go at once, Miss Halcombe wonā€™t have a soul left here to look after her.ā€

I hope it is unnecessary for me to say that I was quite incapable of deserting Miss Halcombe in such an emergency as had now befallen Lady Glyde and herself. After first distinctly ascertaining from Sir Percival that Mrs. Rubelle was certain to leave at once if I took her place, and after also obtaining permission to arrange for Mr. Dawsonā€™s resuming his attendance on his patient, I willingly consented to remain at Blackwater Park until Miss Halcombe no longer required my services. It was settled that I should give Sir Percivalā€™s solicitor a weekā€™s notice before I left, and that he was to undertake the necessary arrangements for appointing my successor. The matter was discussed in very few words. At its conclusion Sir Percival abruptly turned on his heel, and left me free to join Mrs. Rubelle. That singular foreign person had been sitting composedly on the doorstep all this time, waiting till I could follow her to Miss Halcombeā€™s room.

I had hardly walked halfway towards the house when Sir Percival, who had withdrawn in the opposite direction, suddenly stopped and called me back.

ā€œWhy are you leaving my service?ā€ he asked.

The question was so extraordinary, after what had just passed between us, that I hardly knew what to say in answer to it.

ā€œMind! I donā€™t know why you are going,ā€ he went on. ā€œYou must give a reason for leaving me, I suppose, when you get another situation. What reason? The breaking up of the family? Is that it?ā€

ā€œThere can be no positive objection, Sir Percival, to that reasonā ā€”ā€

ā€œVery well! Thatā€™s all I want to know. If people apply for your character, thatā€™s your reason, stated by yourself. You go in consequence of the breaking up of the family.ā€

He turned away again before I could say another word, and walked out rapidly into the grounds. His manner was as strange as his language. I acknowledge he alarmed me.

Even the patience of Mrs. Rubelle was getting exhausted, when I joined her at the house door.

ā€œAt last!ā€ she said, with a shrug of her lean foreign shoulders. She led the way into the inhabited side of the house, ascended the stairs, and opened with her key the door at the end of the passage, which communicated with the old Elizabethan roomsā ā€”a door never previously used, in my time, at Blackwater Park. The rooms themselves I knew well, having entered them myself on various occasions from the other side of the house. Mrs. Rubelle stopped at the third door along the old gallery, handed me the key of it, with the key of the door of communication, and told me I should find Miss Halcombe in that room. Before I went in I thought it desirable to make her understand that her attendance had ceased. Accordingly, I told her in plain words that the charge of the sick lady henceforth devolved entirely on myself.

ā€œI am glad to hear it, maā€™am,ā€ said Mrs. Rubelle. ā€œI want to go very much.ā€

ā€œDo you leave today?ā€ I asked, to make sure of her.

ā€œNow that you have taken charge, maā€™am, I leave in half an hourā€™s time. Sir Percival has kindly placed at my disposition the gardener, and the chaise, whenever I want them. I shall want them in half an hourā€™s time to go to the station. I am packed up in anticipation already. I wish you good day, maā€™am.ā€

She dropped a brisk curtsey, and walked back along the gallery, humming a little tune, and keeping time to it cheerfully with the nosegay in her hand. I am sincerely thankful to say that was the last I saw of Mrs. Rubelle.

When I went into the room Miss Halcombe was asleep. I looked at her anxiously, as she lay in the dismal, high, old-fashioned bed. She was certainly not in any respect altered for the worse since I had seen her last. She had not been neglected, I am bound to admit, in any way that I could perceive. The room was dreary, and dusty, and dark, but the window (looking on a solitary courtyard at the back of the house) was opened to let in the fresh air, and all that could be done to make the place comfortable had been done. The whole cruelty of Sir Percivalā€™s deception had fallen on poor Lady Glyde. The only ill-usage which either he or Mrs. Rubelle had inflicted on Miss Halcombe consisted, so far as I could see, in the first offence of hiding her away.

I stole back, leaving the sick lady still peacefully asleep, to give

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