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last sentence fell from the readerā€™s lips, Miss Fairlie passed us on the terrace once more. She was softly singing to herself one of the melodies which she had been playing earlier in the evening. Miss Halcombe waited till she had passed out of sight again, and then went on with the letterā ā€”

ā€œā€Šā€˜Mrs. Catherick is a decent, well-behaved, respectable woman; middle-aged, and with the remains of having been moderately, only moderately, nice-looking. There is something in her manner and in her appearance, however, which I canā€™t make out. She is reserved about herself to the point of downright secrecy, and there is a look in her faceā ā€”I canā€™t describe itā ā€”which suggests to me that she has something on her mind. She is altogether what you would call a walking mystery. Her errand at Limmeridge House, however, was simple enough. When she left Hampshire to nurse her sister, Mrs. Kempe, through her last illness, she had been obliged to bring her daughter with her, through having no one at home to take care of the little girl. Mrs. Kempe may die in a weekā€™s time, or may linger on for months; and Mrs. Catherickā€™s object was to ask me to let her daughter, Anne, have the benefit of attending my school, subject to the condition of her being removed from it to go home again with her mother, after Mrs. Kempeā€™s death. I consented at once, and when Laura and I went out for our walk, we took the little girl (who is just eleven years old) to the school that very day.ā€™ā€Šā€

Once more Miss Fairlieā€™s figure, bright and soft in its snowy muslin dressā ā€”her face prettily framed by the white folds of the handkerchief which she had tied under her chinā ā€”passed by us in the moonlight. Once more Miss Halcombe waited till she was out of sight, and then went onā ā€”

ā€œā€Šā€˜I have taken a violent fancy, Philip, to my new scholar, for a reason which I mean to keep till the last for the sake of surprising you. Her mother having told me as little about the child as she told me of herself, I was left to discover (which I did on the first day when we tried her at lessons) that the poor little thingā€™s intellect is not developed as it ought to be at her age. Seeing this I had her up to the house the next day, and privately arranged with the doctor to come and watch her and question her, and tell me what he thought. His opinion is that she will grow out of it. But he says her careful bringing-up at school is a matter of great importance just now, because her unusual slowness in acquiring ideas implies an unusual tenacity in keeping them, when they are once received into her mind. Now, my love, you must not imagine, in your offhand way, that I have been attaching myself to an idiot. This poor little Anne Catherick is a sweet, affectionate, grateful girl, and says the quaintest, prettiest things (as you shall judge by an instance), in the most oddly sudden, surprised, half-frightened way. Although she is dressed very neatly, her clothes show a sad want of taste in colour and pattern. So I arranged, yesterday, that some of our darling Lauraā€™s old white frocks and white hats should be altered for Anne Catherick, explaining to her that little girls of her complexion looked neater and better all in white than in anything else. She hesitated and seemed puzzled for a minute, then flushed up, and appeared to understand. Her little hand clasped mine suddenly. She kissed it, Philip, and said (oh, so earnestly!), ā€œI will always wear white as long as I live. It will help me to remember you, maā€™am, and to think that I am pleasing you still, when I go away and see you no more.ā€ This is only one specimen of the quaint things she says so prettily. Poor little soul! She shall have a stock of white frocks, made with good deep tucks, to let out for her as she growsā ā€”ā€™ā€Šā€

Miss Halcombe paused, and looked at me across the piano.

ā€œDid the forlorn woman whom you met in the highroad seem young?ā€ she asked. ā€œYoung enough to be two- or three-and-twenty?ā€

ā€œYes, Miss Halcombe, as young as that.ā€

ā€œAnd she was strangely dressed, from head to foot, all in white?ā€

ā€œAll in white.ā€

While the answer was passing my lips Miss Fairlie glided into view on the terrace for the third time. Instead of proceeding on her walk, she stopped, with her back turned towards us, and, leaning on the balustrade of the terrace, looked down into the garden beyond. My eyes fixed upon the white gleam of her muslin gown and headdress in the moonlight, and a sensation, for which I can find no nameā ā€”a sensation that quickened my pulse, and raised a fluttering at my heartā ā€”began to steal over me.

ā€œAll in white?ā€ Miss Halcombe repeated. ā€œThe most important sentences in the letter, Mr. Hartright, are those at the end, which I will read to you immediately. But I canā€™t help dwelling a little upon the coincidence of the white costume of the woman you met, and the white frocks which produced that strange answer from my motherā€™s little scholar. The doctor may have been wrong when he discovered the childā€™s defects of intellect, and predicted that she would ā€˜grow out of them.ā€™ She may never have grown out of them, and the old grateful fancy about dressing in white, which was a serious feeling to the girl, may be a serious feeling to the woman still.ā€

I said a few words in answerā ā€”I hardly know what. All my attention was concentrated on the white gleam of Miss Fairlieā€™s muslin dress.

ā€œListen to the last sentences of the letter,ā€ said Miss Halcombe. ā€œI think they will surprise you.ā€

As she raised the letter to the light of the candle, Miss Fairlie turned from the balustrade, looked doubtfully up and down the terrace, advanced a step towards the glass

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