"
"He is going to write to you?"
"I told you that before, mamma. What is the good of asking a lot of
questions? You know now what my plan is, and if you won't help me I
must carry it out alone. And, remember, I don't want to start
to-morrow till after Morton and that American have gone." Then
without a kiss or wishing her mother good night she went off to her
own room.
The next morning at about nine Arabella heard from her maid that
the Major was still alive but senseless. The London surgeon had
been there and had declared it to be possible that the patient
should live, but barely possible. At ten they were all at
breakfast, and the carriage from Bragton was already at the door to
take back Mr. Morton and his American friend. Lady Augustus had
been clever enough to arrange that she should have the phaeton to
take her to the Rufford Station a little later on in the day, and
had already hinted to one of the servants that perhaps a cart might
be sent with the luggage. The cart was forthcoming. Lady Augustus
was very clever in arranging her locomotion and seldom paid for
much more than her railway tickets.
"I had meant to say a few words to you, my lord, about that man
Goarly," said the Senator, standing. before the fire in the
breakfast-room, "but this sad catastrophe has stopped me."
"There isn't much to say about him, Mr.
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