Milly Darrell and Other Tales by M. E. (Mary Elizabeth) Braddon
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I was occupied in this way for more than an hour; and then, having sealed my letter, went down with it to the hall, to put it on a table where all letters intended to be taken to the post in the morning were placed over-night. It was nearly ten o'clock by this time, and I was startled by the sound of the hall-door opening softly from without, while I was putting down my letter. I looked round quietly, and saw Mrs. Darrell coming in, with dripping garments. 'Good gracious me!' I cried involuntarily; 'have you been out all this time in the rain, Mrs. Darrell?' 'Yes, I have been out in the rain, Miss Crofton,' she answered in a vexed impatient tone. 'Is that so very shocking to your sober ideas of propriety? I could not endure the house to-night. One has feverish fancies sometimes--at least I have; and I preferred being out in the rain to not being out at all. Good-night.' She gave me a haughty nod, and ran up-stairs with a quick light step. The old butler came to lock and bolt the hall-door as the clock struck ten, according to unalterable custom; and I went back to my room, wondering what could have kept Mrs. Darrell out so long-- whether she had been upon some special errand, or had only been wandering about the grounds in a purposeless way. For some days Milly went on very well; then there came a little change for the worse. The symptoms were not quite so favourable. Mr. |
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