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第120章 ALBAN SEES HIS WAY(1)

During the first days of Mirabel's sojourn at his hotel in London,events were in progress at Netherwoods,affecting the interests of the man who was the especial object of his distrust.

Not long after Miss Ladd had returned to her school,she heard of an artist who was capable of filling the place to be vacated by Alban Morris.It was then the twenty-third of the month.In four days more the new master would be ready to enter on his duties;and Alban would be at liberty.

On the twenty-fourth,Alban received a telegram which startled him.The person sending the message was Mrs.Ellmother;and the words were:"Meet me at your railway station to-day,at two o'clock."He found the old woman in the waiting-room;and he met with a rough reception.

"Minutes are precious,Mr.Morris,"she said;"you are two minutes late.The next train to London stops here in half an hour--and I must go back by it.""Good heavens,what brings you here?Is Emily--?""Emily is well enough in health--if that's what you mean?As to why I come here,the reason is that it's a deal easier for me (worse luck!)to take this journey than to write a letter.One good turn deserves another.I don't forget how kind you were to me,away there at the school--and I can't,and won't,see what's going on at the cottage,behind your back,without letting you know of it.Oh,you needn't be alarmed about her!I've made an excuse to get away for a few hours--but I haven't left her by herself.Miss Wyvil has come to London again;and Mr.Mirabel spends the best part of his time with her.Excuse me for a moment,will you?I'm so thirsty after the journey,I can hardly speak."She presented herself at the counter in the waiting-room."I'll trouble you,young woman,for a glass of ale."She returned to Alban in a better humor."It's not bad stuff,that!When I have said my say,I'll have a drop more--just to wash the taste of Mr.

Mirabel out of my mouth.Wait a bit;I have something to ask you.

How much longer are you obliged to stop here,teaching the girls to draw?""I leave Netherwoods in three days more,"Alban replied.

"That's all right!You may be in time to bring Miss Emily to her senses,yet.""What do you mean?"

"I mean--if you don't stop it--she will marry the parson.""I can't believe it,Mrs.Ellmother!I won't believe it!""Ah,it's a comfort to him,poor fellow,to say that!Look here,Mr.Morris;this is how it stands.You're in disgrace with Miss Emily--and he profits by it.I was fool enough to take a liking to Mr.Mirabel when I first opened the door to him;I know better now.He got on the blind side of me;and now he has got on the blind side of her.Shall I tell you how?By doing what you would have done if you had had the chance.He's helping her--or pretending to help her,I don't know which--to find the man who murdered poor Mr.Brown.After four years!And when all the police in England (with a reward to encourage them)did their best,and it came to nothing!""Never mind that!"Alban said impatiently."I want to know how Mr.Mirabel is helping her?""That's more than I can tell you.You don't suppose they take me into their confidence?All I can do is to pick up a word,here and there,when fine weather tempts them out into the garden.She tells him to suspect Mrs.Rook,and to make inquiries after Miss Jethro.And he has his plans;and he writes them down,which is dead against his doing anything useful,in my opinion.I don't hold with your scribblers.At the same time I wouldn't count too positively,in your place,on his being likely to fail.That little Mirabel--if it wasn't for his beard,I should believe he was a woman,and a sickly woman too;he fainted in our house the other day--that little Mirabel is in earnest.Rather than leave Miss Emily from Saturday to Monday,he has got a parson out of employment to do his Sunday work for him.And,what's more,he has persuaded her (for some reasons of his own)to leave London next week.""Is she going back to Monksmoor?"

"Not she!Mr.Mirabel has got a sister,a widow lady;she's a cripple,or something of the sort.Her name is Mrs.Delvin.She lives far away in the north country,by the sea;and Miss Emily is going to stay with her.""Are you sure of that?"

"Sure?I've seen the letter."

"Do you mean the letter of invitation?"

"Yes--I do.Miss Emily herself showed it to me.I'm to go with her--'in attendance on my mistress,'as the lady puts it.This Iwill say for Mrs.Delvin:her handwriting is a credit to the school that taught her;and the poor bedridden creature words her invitation so nicely,that I myself couldn't have resisted it--and I'm a hard one,as you know.You don't seem to heed me,Mr.Morris.""I beg your pardon,I was thinking."

"Thinking of what--if I may make so bold?"