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"I knew it must be a mistake. Come, Julia, remember you are going

out to-night, and it is quite late. Do come very soon, my dear Mrs.

Chilton." Mrs. Vincent, Miss Julia, and their companions entered the

carriage, and were soon out of sight. Beulah still sat at the

fountain. She would gladly have retreated on the appearance of the

strangers, but could not effect an escape without attracting the

attention she so earnestly desired to be spared, and therefore kept

her seat. Every word of the conversation, which had been carried on

in anything but a subdued tone, reached her, and though the head was

unbowed as if she had heard nothing, her face was dyed with shame.

Her heart throbbed violently, and as the words, "beggarly orphan,"

"wretched object of charity," fell on her ears, it seemed as if a

fierce fire-bath had received her. As the carriage disappeared, Mrs.

Chilton approached her, and, stung to desperation by the merciless

taunts, she instantly rose and confronted her. Never had she seen

the widow look so beautiful, and for a moment they eyed each other.

"What are you doing here, after having been told to keep out of

sight?--answer me!" She spoke with the inflexible sternness of a

mistress to an offending servant.

"Madam, I am not the miserable beggar you represented me a moment

since; nor will I answer questions addressed in any such tone of

authority and contempt."

"Indeed! Well, then, my angelic martyr, how do you propose to help

yourself?" answered Mrs. Chilton, laughing with undisguised scorn.

"Dr. Hartwell brought me to his house, of his own accord; you know

that I was scarcely conscious when I came into it. He has been very

kind to me--has offered to adopt me. This you know perfectly well.

But I am not in danger of starvation away from this house. You know

that instead of having been picked up at the hospital, I was earning

my living, humble though it was, as a servant. He offered to adopt

me, because he saw that I was very unhappy; not because I needed

food or clothes, as you asserted just now, and as you knew was

untrue. Madam, I have known, ever since my recovery, that you hated

me, and I scorn to accept bounty, nay, even a shelter, where I am so

unwelcome. I have never dreamed of occupying the place you covet for

Pauline. I intended to accept Dr. Hartwell's kindness, so far as

receiving an education, which would enable me to support myself less

laboriously; but, madam, I will relieve you of my hated presence. I

can live without any assistance from your family. The despised and

ridiculed orphan will not remain to annoy you. Oh, you might have

effected your purpose with less cruelty! You could have told me

kindly that you did not want me here, and I would not have wondered

at it. But to crush me publicly, as you have done--" Wounded pride

stifled the trembling accents.