Laura
watched him from it; then went and stood before the dowager; her back to
her sister.
"Has it ever struck you, Lady Kirton, that you may one day have to
account for this?"
"It strikes me that you are making a vast deal of unnecessary noise,
Madame Laura!"
"If your daughter could look on, from the other world, at earth and
its scenes--and some hold a theory that such a state of things is not
impossible--what would be her anguish, think you, at the evil you are
inculcating in her children? One of them will very soon be with her--"
The dowager interrupted with a sort of howl.
"He will; there is no mistaking it. You who see him constantly may not
detect it; but it is evident to a stranger. Were it not beneath me, I
might ask on what grounds you tutor him to call Reginald a beggar,
considering that your daughter brought my brother nothing but a few
debts; whilst Miss Ashton brought him a large fortune?"
"I wouldn't condescend to be mean, Laura," put in Lady Margaret, whilst
the dowager fanned her hot face.
They were interrupted by Hedges, showing in visitors. How much more Lady
Laura might have said must remain unknown: she was in a mood to say a
great deal.
"Mr. and Mrs. Graves."
It was the curate; and the tall, meek woman spoken of by Anne. Laura
laughed as she shook hands with the former; whom she had known when a
girl, and been given to ridiculing more than was quite polite.
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