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"Oh, poor little fellow, how feeble he looks! Hannah, it seems such a

pity that all the plans I formed for his future welfare should be lost

because he is not what I supposed him to be; it seems hard that the

revelation which has made me happy should make him unfortunate; or,

rather, that it should prevent his good fortune! And it shall not do so

entirely. It is true, I cannot now adopt him,--the child of a

stranger,--and take him home and rear him as my own, as I should have

done had he been what I fancied him to be. Because it might not be

right, you know, and my husband might not approve it. And, oh, Hannah, I

have grown so timid lately that I dread, I dread more than you can

imagine, to do anything that he might not like. Not that he is a

domestic tyrant either. You have lived on his estate long enough to know

that Herman Brudenell is all that is good and kind. But then you see I

am all wrong--and always was so. Everything I do is ill done--and always

so. It is all my own fault, and I must try to amend it, if ever I am to

hope for happiness. So I must not do anything unless I am sure that it

will not displease him, therefore I must not take this child of a

stranger home, and rear him as my own. But I will do all that I can for

him here. At present his little wants are all physical. Take this purse,

dear woman, and make him as comfortable as you can. I think he ought to

have medical attendance; procure it for him; get everything he needs;

and when the purse is empty bring it to me to be replenished. So much

for the present. If he lives I will pay for his schooling, and see that

he is apprenticed to some good master to learn a trade."

And with these words the countess held out a well-filled purse to

Hannah.

With a deep blush Hannah shook her head and put the offered bounty back,

saying: "No, my lady, no. Nora's child must not become the object of your

charity. It will not do. My nephew's wants are few, and will not be felt

long; I can supply them all while he lives, I thank you all the same,

madam."

Berenice looked seriously disappointed. Again she pressed her bounty

upon Hannah, saying: "I do not really think you are right to refuse assistance that is

proffered to this poor child."