Was it so
that she went through her pious exercises?--by-the-way, she was, of
course, a Catholic?--said her lessons, and went to her confessor? Had
the French cousin with whom she rode stag-hunting ever seen her like
this? No; Ashe felt certain that "Henri" had never seen her, except as a
fashion-plate, or
en amazone. He could have made nothing of this ghost
in black--this distinguished, piteous, little ghost.
After luncheon it became tolerably clear to Ashe that Lady Grosville's
preoccupation had a cause. And presently catching him alone in the
library, whither he had retired with some official papers, she closed
the door with deliberate care, and stood before him.
"I see you are interested in Kitty, and I feel as if I must tell you,
and ask your opinion. William, do you know what that child has been
doing?"
He looked up from his writing.
"Ah!--what have you been discovering?"
"Grosville told you the story last night."
Ashe nodded.
"Well--Kitty wrote to Alice this morning--and they met. Alice has kept
her room since--prostrate--so the Sowerbys tell me. I have just had a
note from Mrs. Sowerby.
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