You
know _he_ always wished it to be the purchase, because it joins
Compton, and I should like to get it all into perfect order and
beauty, and leave it all to little Raymond."
"I should have thought the place would have been full of ghosts."
"I tried. I made the woman let me in, and I sat where poor Camilla
used to talk to me, and I thought I was the better for facing it
out. The question is whether Mrs. Poynsett will dislike it. She
has a right to be consulted."
Perhaps Cecil could not be gracious. Certainly, Raymond would have
been thankful for even this admission.
"You wish me to find out?"
"If you would be so good. I would give it up at once if she has any
feeling against it, and go somewhere else--and of course she has!
She never can forget what I did!"
Rosamond caressed Cecil with that sweetness which saw everything in
the most consoling manner; but when the poor young widow was out of
sight, there was a revulsion of feeling.
"No, Mrs Poynsett must always feel that that wretched marriage broke
her son's heart, and murdered him!--murdered him!" said Rosamond to
herself, clenching that soft fist of hers.
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