'Something must be done,'
said she, returning to Jane. 'Our name will be a help.'
'Speak to Aunt Rotherwood,' said Jane. 'Or suppose we apply to Miss
Fitchett, we should have time to drive that way.'
'I am sure I shall not go to Miss Fitchett,' said Emily, 'she only
longs for an excuse to visit us. What can you be thinking of? Lend
me your pencil, Jenny, if you please.'
And Emily wrote down, 'Miss Mohun, 5 pounds,' and handed to the
bookseller all that she possessed towards paying her just debts to
Lilias. While she was writing, Jane had turned towards the window,
and suddenly exclaiming, 'There is Ben! Oh! that gunpowder!' darted
out of the shop. She had seen the groom on horseback, and the next
moment she was asking breathlessly, 'Is it Maurice?'
'No, Miss Jane; but Miss Ada is badly burnt, and Master Maurice sent
me to fetch Mr. Saunders.'
'How did it happen?'
'I can't say, Miss; the schoolroom has been on fire, and Master
Maurice said the young ladies had got at the gunpowder.'
Emily had just arrived at the door, looking dreadfully pale, and
followed by numerous kind offers of salts and glasses of water; but
Jane, perceiving that at least she had strength to get into the
carriage, refused them all, helped her in, and with instant decision,
desired to be driven to the surgeon's.
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