"
He left her and went on to the house. Magdalen lingered a little on the
lawn, to feel all the happiness of her new sensations--then turned away
toward the shrubbery to enjoy the higher luxury of communicating them.
The dog followed her. She whistled, and clapped her hands. "Find him!"
she said, with beaming eyes. "Find Frank!" Snap scampered into the
shrubbery, with a bloodthirsty snarl at starting. Perhaps he had
mistaken his young mistress and considered himself her emissary in
search of a rat?
Meanwhile, Mr. Vanstone entered the house. He met his wife slowly
descending the stairs, and advanced to give her his arm. "How has it
ended?" she asked, anxiously, as he led her to the sofa.
"Happily--as we hoped it would," answered her husband. "My old friend
has justified my opinion of him."
"Thank God!" said Mrs. Vanstone, fervently. "Did you feel it, love?"
she asked, as her husband arranged the sofa pillows--"did you feel it as
painfully as I feared you would?"
"I had a duty to do, my dear--and I did it."
After replying in those terms, he hesitated. Apparently, he had
something more to say--something, perhaps, on the subject of that
passing uneasiness of mind which had been produced by his interview
with Mr.
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