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The Channings by Mrs. Henry Wood
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"How did I bring it on myself?"

"By doubting me. I saw you doubted me at the first, when Annabel spoke
of it in the study. Constance, if you, possessed as you are of great
acquirements, refused from any notion of false pride, to exert them for
your family in a time of need, I should say you were little fitted for
the wife of one whose whole duty it must be to do his Master's work."

"You will sanction the measure then?" she rejoined, her countenance
lighting up.

"How could you doubt me? I wish I could make a home at once to take you
to; but as you must remain in this a little longer, it is only fair
that you should contribute to its maintenance. We all have to bend to
circumstances. I shall not love my wife the less, because she has had
the courage to turn her talents to account. What could you be thinking
of, child?"

"Forgive me, William," she softly pleaded. "But you looked so grave and
were so silent."

Mr. Yorke smiled. "The truth is, Constance, I was turning in my mind
whether I could not help to place you, and pondering the advantages and
disadvantages of a situation I know of. Lady Augusta is looking out for
a daily governess."

"Is she?" exclaimed Constance. "I wonder whether--I--should suit her?"

Constance spoke hesitatingly. The thought which had flashed over her
own mind was, whether Lady Augusta Yorke could afford to pay her
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