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128 BLACK SHEEr.ing, and then, when there should be perfectconfidence between them, she yvould tell her howshe had discovered that she, too, was acquaintedwithPaul Ward.Clare hacl never speculated seriously uponthe cause of Mrs. Carruthers'sillness.Her firstconvictions yvere, that it had originatedin some©trouble about her son. The old housekeeper'smanner, the removal of the portrait, had sufficedfor Clare.This was a sacred sorrow, sacred fromClare's curiosity, even in her thoughts. Andnow it was at an end,probably thanks to MarkFelton; but, at all events, it was quite over.In the time to come, that future yvhich Clare'sfancy yvas painting so brightly, as her horsecarried her swiftly over the familiar road, Mrs.Carruthers might even love her well enough totell her the story of the past, ancl what thatterrible grief hadbeen."I am to take Thomas up to town yvith me,Mrs. Brookes, anclIonly wish you were comingtoo," said Clare to the housekeeper at Poynings,as a concluding item of the budget of news she

PAUL WARD. 129had to tell. Clare was in high spirits by thistime. Mrs. Brookes yvas much more friendlythan usual to the young lady, whom she, too,had always regarded with jealousy, ancl almostdislike, as the enemy of George."Iambetter here,MissCarruthers," saidMrs."Brookes. Idaresaythere yvon't be much delayinLondon — forMrs.Carruthers and master,Imean.You'll stay awhile withMrs.Stanhope, belike ?"" O dear no— Icertainly shall not," repliedClare, yvith the prettiest air of importance.shall come down with my uncle and aunt." IMyuncle says we are to come as soon as the doctorswill let us go.""Ancl Mr. Felton, also, you say, Miss Carruthers?"" Yes, and Mr. Dallas. How delightedIam,Mrs. Brookes — how delighted you must be!"The girl's face flushed deeply. She yvas all glowingyvith the generous ardour of her feelings.She had taken off her hat, and was standingbefore the open window in the morning-room,her habit gathered up in one hand, her slightfigure trembling,her beautiful face radiant.CT D/VOL. IILK

128 BLACK SHEEr.ing, and then, when there should be perfectconfidence between them, she yvould tell her howshe had discovered that she, too, was acquaintedwithPaul Ward.Clare hacl never speculated seriously uponthe cause of Mrs. Carruthers'sillness.Her firstconvictions yvere, that it had originatedin some©trouble about her son. <strong>The</strong> old housekeeper'smanner, the removal of the portrait, had sufficedfor Clare.This was a sacred sorrow, sacred fromClare's curiosity, even in her thoughts. Andnow it was at an end,probably thanks to MarkFelton; but, at all events, it was quite over.In the time to come, that future yvhich Clare'sfancy yvas painting so brightly, as her horsecarried her swiftly over the familiar road, Mrs.Carruthers might even love her well enough totell her the story of the past, ancl what thatterrible grief hadbeen."I am to take Thomas up to town yvith me,Mrs. Brookes, anclIonly wish you were comingtoo," said Clare to the housekeeper at Poynings,as a concluding item of the budget of news she

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