The good
woman rose joyfully. "Oh, my dear missie! I am right thankful to
see you looking so purely. I don't know how I could have held up my
head to Miss Delavie if I had not seen you!"
"Ah! you will see my sister and all of them," cried Aurelia, a sudden
rush of home-sickness bringing tears to her eyes, in oblivion alike
of her recluse and her pupils. "Oh! if I were but going with you!
But what folly am I talking? You must not let them think I am not
happy, for indeed I am. Will you kindly come to my room, dear nurse,
and I will give you a packet for them?"
Mrs. Dove willingly availed herself of the opportunity of explaining
how guiltless she had been of the sudden separation at Knightsbridge
four months back. She had been in such haste to ride after and
overtake the coach, that she had even made Dove swear at her for
wanting to give the horses no time to rest, and she had ridden off
on her own particular pillion long before the rest. She had been
surprised that she never succeeded in catching up the carriage, but
never suspected the truth till she had dismounted in Hanover Square
and asked whether "Miss" were with my Lady. Nobody knew anything
about Miss Delavie, nor expected her; and the good woman's alarm was
great until she had had an interview with her Ladyship, when she was
told not to concern herself about the young lady, who was safely
bestowed in the country with the Miss Wayland.
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