The Tenants of Malory

osely followed by their own servant, and our friend Tom Sedl

upon a table, and opened one of these tall doors, through which he saw an angle of the apartment, a fire burning in the grate, and a pleasant splendour of candlelight; he saw that th

withdrawn the shawl that hung in hood-like fashion over her head, and there was no longer a doubt. The Beatrice Cenci was there-hi

over her temples, and talked gently in her ear, and raised her hand in both hers, and kissed it, and drawing a chair close to

Tom had not discovered in the glance of the old lady any sign of recognition, and for the sake of appearances he had buttoned his gray wrapper close across his thr

om to bring the box and bag into the servants'

ranged near the fire-place, a deal table, and some common kitchen chairs. Dismal enough would the

etting home to his bed, and in the meantime doing his best to act a servant, as he fancied such a functionary would appear in his moments of ease unbending in the kitchen or the servants' hall. The maid w

ting into a deception. But an hour or so longer could not matter much; and might

d a little more toward the fire, and poked it, as he fa

to the ladies?" a

ity of the question, but

"I came with

the gentlema

gent

know

say so. He therefore poked the fire agai

ever, for some time, a

e Evans. What m

ft my name at home," s

't t

an

ome in just a week to-mor

feelin' among them. I wouldn't wonder if you was here for ever!" said Tom, with

's bought for a brewery, t

said Tom; "th

s a shor

e your 'at," s

om; "only sits on it-

unce up like a jack-in-a-b

neither amuse

'em, as long as from here to you, when I was at Mr. Potterton'

ld uns," said Tom, producin

boots," she add

e likewise

d disposed to take a short nap in her chai

re the gentle

entleman?"

he you

not objectin' to the compli

ng on you

in the week. My grand-uncle's ring, who was

the lady

, Miss Evan

es again, and opened them in a minute more, to ad

ss, as you'll s

to me, only peop

black, with a black net cap on, cam

with an air of authority, fi

'm, p

no account, for you'l

ma'

x and bag you'r

re," sa

now there's sickness? Walk eas

on tip-toe to the spot

e way into that sitting-room into which Tom Sedley h

ding at the further door of the room with her hands clasped, an

er eyes, whispered, "Set them down there," pointing to a sofa, on w

y had clos

eckleton, clasping her wrists in her

a'am, sh

oing to lose her?" she whispered wildly, w

ht. You must not fuss yourself, ma'am. You mus

send for

you when; and his man's here, ready to go, any

no sound of steps. That solemn bird floated very noiselessly round

glided Miss Sheckleton, havin

had just got his coat off, and was winding his watch, when he was called from his own bed-side by this summ

, portly, genial, with a light, hopeful step, and a good, decided, cheery manner, he inspi

t seemed to ask a question, but was not meant to do so, and he spoke cheerfully to the patient, and gave his direc

ening, sometimes wandering from point to point, in the merest restlessness-she waited and watched for more than an hour, which seemed to her longer than

kleton saw the side of Mrs. Graver's straight nose

Sheckleton, feeling as if s

n awful look of insincerity, under which the old lad

imshaw," she whispe

the nurse, sternly, and about

octor Grimshaw, and he came into the next room

tor!" sh

her something-a slight stimulant-and I've every confidence everythin

him? He'd never forgive me; and I pro

on't bring him here-he's better

r opened

ll q

whispered

closed

ems. A relation of yo

cous

as she

a yea

endency to c

ev

her low or weak?

t, but nervous

nicely. If anything goes the least wrong

the silence; and she kneeled down and prayed as helpless people pray in awful peril; and more

n the agony of her suspense, and now over the strange roofs spread the first faint gray of the co

h clasped hands, in the anguish of delight, and such a gush of tears-as s

aintly said something; A

the cheery voice o

nswered the faint clear v

heery voice. And another question came,

llow as you could desire to lo

aid the same faint v

rs as she stood waiting at the door for the moment of admission, and hearing the sweet happy tones of Margaret's

l be-the "sorrow" of the curse is remembered no m