"You know your
way about. If there is anything left belonging to your mistress or to
you, pray take it."
She tried one more question.
"How is my patient? How is Mr. Oxbye?"
"He is gone."
"Gone? Where has he gone to? Gone?"
"He went away yesterday--Friday. He was a grateful creature. I wish we
had more such grateful creatures as well as more such faithful
servants. He said something about finding his way to London in order to
thank you properly. A good soul, indeed!"
"Gone?" she repeated. "Why, on Thursday morning I saw him--" She
checked herself in time.
"It was on Wednesday morning that you saw him, and he was then
recovering rapidly."
"But he was far too weak to travel."
"You may be quite certain that I should not have allowed him to go away
unless he was strong enough."
Fanny made no reply. She had seen with her own eyes the man lying still
and white, as if in death; she had seen the new nurse rushing off,
crying that he was dead. Now she was told that he was quite well, and
that he had gone away! But it was no time for thought.
She was on the point of asking where the new nurse was, but she
remembered in time that it was best for her to know nothing, and to
awaken no suspicions.
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