The Evil Genius: A Domestic Story

to the head of the stairs to meet her husband, saw him approaching her without a traveling companion

ul, under the care of the h

rbert?" Mrs. Presty inquired app

sed his reply

. She was in such a state of fatigue, after our long ni

epest interest. "Quite a novelty in the way of a

Wester

at her daughter and

ley remo

you don't object to t

ffer, Catherine. I don'

suspect that it's

ther question?" the old lady continued, turning to Li

erences

d hurried to the door. "Follow my example," she said to

t alone with his wife. "What makes your mother so p

of my leaving it to you to c

e is

nd a telegram, Herbert, to prepare me for the governess? D

ea entered my head," he answered. "It

ealous, no matter how generous and how gentle she may be. "We won't go quite so far as that," she said to him, "because-" She stopped, unwilling to dwell too long on a d

ned to the subjec

umed; "but was it not just a little indiscreet to

d have been quite as indiscreet, in my place. If you had

all this happen, Herbert? Who first

esterfield herself, he repeated all that she had been able to tell him of her father's wasted life and melancholy end. Really interested by this time, Mrs

your a

tell her own story, and then let me know whether you think I have made a mi

anger had seen them, at that moment, he would have bee

talk a little about ourselves. I haven'

enses privately paid by Randal. The wife has written to me, and has let out the secret. There is an American newspaper, among the letters that are waiting your brother's return, sent to him as a little mark of attention by these good grateful people." Having alluded to the neighbors w

vealed Kitty, in the corridor, hand in hand with Sydney Westerfield-who timidly hesitated at entering

itty. "Syd likes me, and I like Syd. What do you think? She lived in London with a cruel woman who never gave her enough to eat. See what a good girl I am? I'm beginning to feed her a

ay! Pray excuse her," said Mrs. Linley, turning to Sydney with

, mamma. She means the time when her papa was alive. She lost her papa when she was a little girl like me. I didn't disturb her. I only said, 'My name's Kitty; may I get up on the bed?' And she was quite willing; and we talked. And I helped her to dress." Mrs. Linley led Sydney to the sofa, and stopped