"
Those few words spoke for him--and no more.
Briefly on her side, but not unkindly, his wife answered him:
"You have spared me a bitter moment. May I hope to find the man whom I
have trusted and honoured, when I come back? Good-bye."
When were they to meet again? And how?
CHAPTER XLVII
THE PATIENT AND MY LORD
THERE now remained but one other person in Lord Harry's household whose
presence on the scene was an obstacle to be removed.
This person was the cook. On condition of her immediate departure
(excused by alleged motives of economy), she received a month's wages
from her master, in advance of the sum due to her, and a written
character which did ample justice to her many good qualities. The poor
woman left her employment with the heartiest expressions of gratitude.
To the end of her days, she declared the Irish lord to be a nobleman by
nature. Republican principles, inherited from her excellent parents,
disinclined her to recognise him as a nobleman by birth.
But another sweet and simple creature was still left to brighten the
sinister gloom in the cottage.
The geod Dane sorely tried the patience of Fanny Mere. This countryman
of Hamlet, as he liked to call himself, was a living protest against
the sentiments of inveterate contempt and hatred, with which his nurse
was accustomed to regard the men.
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