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misery.

When the postbag arrived at the house on Monday morning, it was opened as usual by the squire himself at the breakfast-table. “Here is a letter for Frank,” said he, “posted in the village. You had better send it to him:” and he threw the letter across the table to Beatrice.

“It’s from Mary,” said Beatrice, out loud, taking the letter up and examining the address. And having said so, she repented what she had done, as she looked first at her father and then at her mother.

A cloud came over the squire’s brow as for a minute he went on turning over the letters and newspapers. “Oh, from Mary Thorne, is it?” he said. “Well, you had better send it to him.”

“Frank said that if any letters came they were to be kept,” said his sister Sophy. “He told me so particularly. I don’t think he likes having letters sent after him.”

“You had better send that one,” said the squire.

“Mr. Oriel is to have all his letters addressed to Long’s Hotel, Bond Street, and this one can very well be sent with them,” said Beatrice, who knew all about it, and intended herself to make a free use of the address.

“Yes, you had better send it,” said the squire; and then nothing further was said at the table. But Lady Arabella, though she said nothing, had not failed to mark what had passed. Had she asked for the letter before the squire, he would probably have taken possession of it himself; but as soon as she was alone with Beatrice, she did demand it. “I shall be writing to Frank myself,” she said, “and will send it to him.” And so, Beatrice, with a heavy heart, gave it up.

The letter lay before Lady Arabella’s eyes all that day, and many a wistful glance was cast at it. She turned it over and over, and much she desired to know its contents; but she did not dare to break the seal of her son’s letter. All that day it lay upon her desk, and all the next, for she could hardly bring herself to part with it; but on the Wednesday it was sent⁠—sent with these lines from herself:⁠—

“Dearest, dearest Frank, I send you a letter which has come by the post from Mary Thorne. I do not know what it may contain; but before you correspond with her, pray, pray think of what I said to you. For my sake, for your father’s, for your own, pray think of it.”

That was all, but it was enough to make her word to Beatrice true. She did send it to Frank enclosed in a letter from herself. We must reserve to the next chapter what had taken place between Frank and his mother; but, for the present, we will return to the doctor’s house.

Mary said not a word to him about the letter; but, keeping silent on the subject, she felt wretchedly estranged from him. “Is anything the matter, Mary?” he said to her on the Sunday afternoon.

“No, uncle,” she answered, turning away her head to hide her tears.

“Ah, but there is something; what is it, dearest?”

“Nothing⁠—that is, nothing that one can talk about.”

“What Mary! Be unhappy and not to talk about it to me? That’s something new, is it not?”

“One has presentiments sometimes, and is unhappy without knowing why. Besides, you know⁠—”

“I know! What do I know? Do I know anything that will make my pet happier?” and he took her in his arms as they sat together on the sofa. Her tears were now falling fast, and she no longer made an effort to hide them. “Speak to me, Mary; this is more than a presentiment. What is it?”

“Oh, uncle⁠—”

“Come, love, speak to me; tell me why you are grieving.”

“Oh, uncle, why have you not spoken to me? Why have you not told me what to do? Why have you not advised me? Why are you always so silent?”

“Silent about what?”

“You know, uncle, you know; silent about him; silent about Frank.”

Why, indeed? What was he to say to this? It was true that he had never counselled her; never shown her what course she should take; had never even spoken to her about her lover. And it was equally true that he was not now prepared to do so, even in answer to such an appeal as this. He had a hope, a strong hope, more than a hope, that Mary’s love would yet be happy; but he could not express or explain his hope; nor could he even acknowledge to himself a wish that would seem to be based on the death of him whose life he was bound, if possible, to preserve.

“My love,” he said, “it is a matter in which you must judge for yourself. Did I doubt your conduct, I should interfere; but I do not.”

“Conduct! Is conduct everything? One may conduct oneself excellently, and yet break one’s heart.”

This was too much for the doctor; his sternness and firmness instantly deserted him. “Mary,” he said, “I will do anything that you would have me. If you wish it, I will make arrangements for leaving this place at once.”

“Oh, no,” she said, plaintively.

“When you tell me of a broken heart, you almost break my own. Come to me, darling; do not leave me so. I will say all that I can say. I have thought, do still think, that circumstances will admit of your marriage with Frank if you both love each other, and can both be patient.”

“You think so,” said she, unconsciously sliding her hand into his, as though to thank him by its pressure for the comfort he was giving her.

“I do think so now more than ever. But I only think so; I have been unable to assure you. There, darling, I must not say more; only that I cannot bear to see you grieving, I would not have said this:” and then he left her, and nothing more was spoken on the subject.

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