He applied
perpetually to the snuff-box in the knob of his cane. He fidgeted
incessantly in and out of the summer-house. Anne's disappearance had
placed a serious obstacle in the way of further discovery; and there
was no attacking that obstacle, until precious time had been wasted in
waiting to see Blanche.
At last she appeared in view, from the steps of the summer-house;
breathless and eager, hasting to the place of meeting as fast as her
feet would take her to it.
Sir Patrick considerately advanced, to spare her the shock of making the
inevitable discovery. "Blanche," he said. "Try to prepare yourself, my
dear, for a disappointment. I am alone."
"You don't mean that you have let her go?"
"My poor child! I have never seen her at all."
Blanche pushed by him, and ran into the summer-house. Sir Patrick
followed her. She came out again to meet him, with a look of blank
despair. "Oh, uncle! I did so truly pity her! And see how little pity
she has for _me!_"
Sir Patrick put his arm round his niece, and softly patted the fair
young head that dropped on his shoulder.
"Don't let us judge her harshly, my dear: we don't know what serious
necessity may not plead her excuse.
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