"Of going back to London with you,instead of waiting till the new master comes to take my place.""Don't do that,sir!You would do harm instead of good,if you showed yourself at the cottage now.Besides,it would not be fair to Miss Ladd,to leave her before the other man takes your girls off your hands.Trust me to look after your interests;and don't go near Miss Emily--don't even write to her--unless you have got something to say about the murder,which she will be eager to hear.Make some discovery in that direction,Mr.Morris,while the parson is only trying to do it or pretending to do it--and I'll answer for the result.Look at the clock!In ten minutes more the train will be here.My memory isn't as good as it was;but I do think I have told you all I had to tell.""You are the best of good friends!"Alban said warmly.
"Never mind about that,sir.If you want to do a friendly thing in return,tell me if you know what has become of Miss de Sor.""She has returned to Netherwoods."
"Aha!Miss Ladd is as good as her word.Would you mind writing to tell me of it,if Miss de Sor leaves the school again?Good Lord!
there she is on the platform with bag and baggage.Don't let her see me,Mr.Morris!If she comes in here,I shall set the marks of my ten finger-nails on that false face of hers,as sure as Iam a Christian woman."
Alban placed himself at the door,so as to hide Mrs.Ellmother.
There indeed was Francine,accompanied by one of the teachers at the school.She took a seat on the bench outside the booking-office,in a state of sullen indifference--absorbed in herself--noticing nothing.Urged by ungovernable curiosity,Mrs.
Ellmother stole on tiptoe to Alban's side to look at her.To a person acquainted with the circumstances there could be no possible doubt of what had happened.Francine had failed to excuse herself,and had been dismissed from Miss Ladd's house.
"I would have traveled to the world's end,"Mrs.Ellmother said,"to see that!"She returned to her place in the waiting-room,perfectly satisfied.
The teacher noticed Alban,on leaving the booking-office after taking the tickets."I shall be glad,"she said,looking toward Francine,"when I have resigned the charge of that young lady to the person who is to receive her in London.""Is she to be sent back to her parents?"Alban asked.
"We don't know yet.Miss Ladd will write to St.Domingo by the next mail.In the meantime,her father's agent in London--the same person who pays her allowance--takes care of her until he hears from the West Indies.""Does she consent to this?"
"She doesn't seem to care what becomes of her.Miss Ladd has given her every opportunity of explaining and excusing herself,and has produced no impression.You can see the state she is in.
Our good mistress--always hopeful even in the worst cases,as you know--thinks she is feeling ashamed of herself,and is too proud and self-willed to own it.My own idea is,that some secret disappointment is weighing on her mind.Perhaps I am wrong."No.Miss Ladd was wrong;and the teacher was right.
The passion of revenge,being essentially selfish in its nature,is of all passions the narrowest in its range of view.In gratifying her jealous hatred of Emily,Francine had correctly foreseen consequences,as they might affect the other object of her enmity--Alban Morris.But she had failed to perceive the imminent danger of another result,which in a calmer frame of mind might not have escaped discovery.In triumphing over Emily and Alban,she had been the indirect means of inflicting on herself the bitterest of all disappointments--she had brought Emily and Mirabel together.The first forewarning of this catastrophe had reached her,on hearing that Mirabel would not return to Monksmoor.Her worst fears had been thereafter confirmed by a letter from Cecilia,which had followed her to Netherwoods.From that moment,she,who had made others wretched,paid the penalty in suffering as keen as any that she had inflicted.Completely prostrated;powerless,through ignorance of his address in London,to make a last appeal to Mirabel;she was literally,as had just been said,careless what became of her.
When the train approached,she sprang to her feet--advanced to the edge of the platform--and suddenly drew back,shuddering.The teacher looked in terror at Alban.Had the desperate girl meditated throwing herself under the wheels of the engine?The thought had been in both their minds;but neither of them acknowledged it.Francine stepped quietly into the carriage,when the train drew up,and laid her head back in a corner,and closed her eyes.Mrs.Ellmother took her place in another compartment,and beckoned to Alban to speak to her at the window.
"Where can I see you,when you go to London?"she asked.
"At Doctor Allday's house."
"On what day?"
"On Tuesday next."
