It was all some confounded mistake."
"It was my fault. How is she?"
"Does nothing but ask for you. Very low--nasty fever at night.
What's that woman? M'Vie sent a nurse, who is awfully jealous;
can't have her in to Camilla: but there's plenty to do; Anais is
laid up--coachman too, and Joe--half the other servants gone off. I
told Victor I would pay anything to him if he would stay."
"And--at Compton?" faintly asked Lenore.
"Bad enough, they say. Serves 'em right; Mrs. Raymond was as
mischievous as Duncombe's wife, but I've not heard for the last two
days; there's been no one to send over, and I've had enough to think
about of my own."
"Who have it there?" she managed to say.
"Raymond and his wife, both; and Frank and the young De Lancey, I
heard. I met Julius Charnock the other day very anxious about them.
He's got his tithe barn stuffed with children from Water Lane, as if
he wanted to spread it. All their meddling! But what kept you so
long, little one? Where were you hiding?--or did Lady Susan keep it
from you? I began to think you had eloped with her son.
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