"Yesterday and to-day, my lady, things
have come to my knowledge which I must not keep to myself," the
resolute woman continued. "If a servant may say such a thing without
offence, I have never been so truly my mistress's friend as I am now. I
beg you to forgive my boldness; there is a reason for it."
So she spoke, with no presumption in her looks, with no familiarity in
her manner. The eyes of her friendless mistress filled with tears, the
offered hand of her friendless mistress answered in silence. Fanny took
that kind hand, and pressed it respectfully--a more demonstrative woman
than herself might perhaps have kissed it. She only said, "Thank you,
my lady," and went on with what she felt it her duty to relate.
As carefully as usual, as quietly as usual, she repeated the
conversation, at Lord Harry's table; describing also the manner in
which Mr. Vimpany had discovered her as a person who understood the
French language, and who had cunningly kept it a secret. In this
serious state of things, the doctor--yes, the doctor himself!--had
interfered to protect her from the anger of her master, and, more
wonderful still, for a reason which it seemed impossible to dispute.
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