... I daresay that to-morrow we shall be able to----'
'Oh, I beg pardon, Miss Watson; let me assure you ... I am sorry if----'
Taking a little handkerchief out of her black dress, Emily covered her face
in her thin, tiny hands. She sobbed aloud, and ran out of the room. Hubert
turned to Mrs. Bentley, his face full of consternation.
'I am very sorry, but she did not give me time to speak. Will you go and
fetch her, Mrs. Bentley? I want to tell her I hope she will never leave
Ashwood. ... I believe she thinks that I came down here to ask her to leave
as soon as possible. It is really quite awful that she should think such a
thing.'
'She is an exceedingly sensitive girl, and is now a little overwrought. The
events of the last month have proved too much for her.'
'Mr. Grandly informed me that it was Mr. Burnett's intention to add a
codicil to his will, leaving Miss Watson three hundred a year. This money I
am prepared to give her, and I'm quite sure she is welcome to stay here as
long as she pleases. Indeed, she will do me a great favour by remaining.
Please go and tell her. I cannot bear to see a girl cry; to hear her sob
like that is quite terrible.'
'You will be able to tell her yourself during the course of the evening.
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