Bartram-Haugh, it is so like Dover, as all
philosophers know.'
I sat down in total silence, looking out into the deep and dark enclosure,
and trying to comprehend the reality and the meaning of all this.
'Well, Madame, I suppose you will be able to satisfy my uncle of your
fidelity and intelligence. But to me it seems that his money has been
ill-spent, and his directions anything but well observed.'
'Ah, ha! Never mind; I think he will forgive me,' laughed Madame.
Her tone frightened me. I began to think, with a vague but overpowering
sense of danger, that she had acted under the Machiavellian directions of
her superior.
'You have brought me back, then, by my uncle's orders?'
'Did I say so?'
'No; but what you have said can have no other meaning, though I can't
believe it. And why have I been brought here? What is the object of all
this duplicity and trick. I _will_ know. It is not possible that my uncle,
a gentleman and a kinsman, can be privy to so disreputable a manouvre.'
'First you will eat your breakfast, dear Maud; next you can tell your story
to your uncle, Monsieur Ruthyn; and then you shall hear what he thinks of
my so terrible misconduct.
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