Ishmael, or In The Depths - Page 81/567

"Girl! what is it to you whether Mr. Brudenell has a wife or not? What

are you to Mr. Herman Brudenell?"

"Nothing, madam; nothing for evermore," wailed Nora, without looking up

or changing her posture.

"Humph! I am glad to hear it, I am sure!" grunted Mrs. Brudenell.

"Nothing? you say; nothing?" questioned Lady Hurstmonceux.

"Nothing in this world, madam; nothing whatever! so be at ease." It was

another wail of the storm-swept heart-strings.

"I truly believe you; I ought to have believed without asking you; but

who, then, has been your betrayer, my poor girl?" inquired the young

matron in tones of deepest pity.

This question at length shook the statue; a storm passed through her;

she essayed to speak, but her voice failed.

"Tell me, poor one; and I will do what I can to right your wrongs. Who

is it?"

"Myself!" moaned Nora, closing her eyes as if to shut out all light and

life, while a spasm drew back the corners of her mouth and convulsed her

face.

"Enough of this, Berenice! You forget the girls!" said Mrs. Brudenell,

putting her hand to the bell and ringing again.

"I beg your pardon, madam; I did indeed forget the presence of the

innocent and happy in looking upon the erring and wretched," said Lady

Hurstmonceux.

"That will do," said the elder lady. "Here is Jovial at last! Why did

you not come when I first rang?" she demanded of the negro, who now

stood in the door.

"I 'clare, mist'ess, I never heerd it de fust time, madam."

"Keep your ears open in future, or it will be the worse for you! And now

what excuse can you offer for disobeying my express orders, and not only

admitting this creature to the house, but even bringing her to our

presence?" demanded the lady severely.

"I clare 'fore my 'vine Marster, madam, when Miss Nora come in de storm

to de kitchen-door, looking so wild and scared like, and asked to see de

young madam dere, I t'ought in my soul how she had some news of de young

marster to tell! an' dat was de why I denounced her into dis

drawin'-room."

"Do not make such a mistake again! if you do I will make you suffer

severely for it! And you, shameless girl! if you presume to set foot on

these premises but once again, I will have you sent to the work-house as

a troublesome vagrant."