A Canadian Heroine, Volume 2 - A Novel by Mrs. Harry Coghill
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It was very well for Maurice to try to speak as coolly as possible, and
even to succeed in making his voice sound perfectly innocent and natural, but he was of much too frank a nature to play off this little piece of dissimulation without a tell-tale change of countenance. Lady Dighton's sharp eyes saw quite plainly that there was something untold, but she took no notice of that for the present, and answered as if she saw nothing. "Have you worse accounts of his health?" "No; not worse. But he will be quite alone." "More alone than when you first left him? I do not quite understand." "Yes; some very near neighbours--old friends of his and my mother's--are going to leave Cacouna. I had no reason to be uneasy about him while they were there. Do you think my grandfather could be persuaded to spare me for six weeks?" "Not willingly, I think. Could not my uncle come home without your going?" Maurice felt as if he were caught in his own trap, but he recollected himself in a moment. "There would be many things to do," he said. "Affairs to settle, the farm to sell or let, and the household, small as it is, to break up." Lady Dighton laughed outright. |
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