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Chapter 10 Laura Dunbar

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and Southampton, Laura Dunbar, the banker's daughter,

She had met Mr. Dunbar in India, after the death of her first husband, a young captain in a cavalry regiment, who had been killed in an

gland were very little better off than herself. She was almost as helpless as her six-weeks' old baby; she was heart-broken by the loss of the handsome young Irishman, whom

im on account of some money arrangements of her dead husband's, who had always banked with Dunbar and Dunbar; a

and's death. Little Dorothea Macmahon was sent to England with a native nurse, and placed under the care of her maternal relatives; and He

ly, as even a selfish man can so

tortured by remorseful thoughts about the fatherless child who had been so ruthlessly banished from her. Henry Dunbar was a jealous ma

he fashionables of Calcutta were discussing the promised splendour of a ball, for which Lady Louisa had issued her invitations, when the tidings of her death spread like wildfire through the city - Henry Dunba

three years after Lady Louisa's death. A good many young ladies were expressly imported f

manda's black eyes glittered like the stars in a midnight sky; though the dashing Georgina was more graceful than Diana,

d no witchery for the banker. His heart was dead. He had given all the truth, all the passio

ms of a man whose purse was empty. The bright young English beauties found this ou

cause of his indifference, but rather by reason of his idolatry. It was the only unselfis

kill her; if I should lose her, as I lost her mother? I will send her away from me now,

ph Lane, after the discovery of the forgery, that he would n

nbar looked forward with eager anxiety, with

re was no conscious pride in her aspect, no cold hauteur in her ever-changing face. She was such a woman as might have sat by the side of an English king to plead for all trembling petitioners kneeling on the steps of the throne. She would have been only in her fitting place b

had been allowed to have her own way in everything; to go hither and thither, free as the butterflies in her carefully tended garden; to scatter her money right and left; to be imposed upon and cheated by every wandering vagabond who found his way to her ga

ve capriciously in the summer wind; and if Laura Dunbar was a little passionate when you tried to thwart her; and if her great blue eyes at such times had a trick of lighting up with sudden fire in them, like a burst of lurid

e had seen a great deal of society, for it had been the d

- a certain Elizabeth Madden, who had been Lady Louisa's own maid before her marr

who of late years had almost lived at the Abbey, much to the delight of Laura. Nor was the little party without an escort; for Ar

awyer was very enthusiastic in behalf of his beautiful client. Why should I seek to make a mystery of this gentleman's feelings? He loved her. He loved this girl, who, by reason of her father's wealth, was as far removed from him as i

lest sense of that noble word, he was no fit husband for the daughter of Henry Dunbar. He was an only son, and he was heir to a very com

future? That was the question w

ent in India had been offered to him through the intervention of a nobleman, a friend of his father's. This appointment would afford the chance of a

ty for an immediate decision. If Arthur accepted the appointment, he would not be obliged to

itor, "your son can think the matter over, my dear Lo

ad already made

in life. But before I go I will tell her that I love her. If she returns my love, my

hat it was possible he might hear his death-knell from the lips he worshipped. He

fearlessly; for it is her nature to be fearless and candid as a child. But his coming may change

Laura and Mrs. Madden a

staying. He called upon Miss Dunbar on the 18th; but found that she was out shopping with Mrs. Madden. He called again, on the mor

tre of the room. Mrs. Madden, who was companion, housekeeper, and confidential maid to her charming young mistress, was officiating at the breakfast-table; Dora Macmahon was sitting near her, with an open book by the

semi-diaphanous muslin. Her thick auburn hair was twisted into a diadem that crowned her broad white forehead, and added a coupl

y, and the Lady's Mile is as lonely as the Great Sahara. There are plenty of theatres open, and there was a concert at one of the opera-houses last night; but

shook her he

as held your finger up to beckon of him. Your gran'pa spiled you, Miss Laura. A pretty thing it would ha

as very lovely when she smiled; she was very lovely when she

f a cascade under a sunny sky. "I should only have been sitting quietly in a private box, with my rapid, precious, aggravating,

head again even more

Laura. You mustn't expect to fi

ell upon the gir

d, "you don't mean that p

rought you over, when you was but a bit of a baby, said that your pa was proud and passionate; and that even

ra Dunbar's face by this time, and th

usly. "I have so looked forward to his coming home. I have counted

aura," exclaimed Arthur Lovell, addressing her for the first time

ew words he had revealed the secret of his heart: but Laura Dunba

perfectly; and she smiled

se. She knew that he adored her young mistress; and she loo

eyes, with a grave, half-pensive softness in their sombre depths - were fixed upon the two young faces in the sunny window; the girl's face clouded with a look of sorrowful perplexity, the young man's f

a," Elizabeth Madden said, rather sharply. "Perhaps

t!" murmured

terday afternoon. I never did see such a forgetful wool-gathering y

the bonnet. But she very willingly left the room with Laura's old nurse, who was accustomed to have her man

of the chair, and her head supported by her hand. Her eyes were fixed, and looked straight before her, with a thoughtful gaze that

his chair nearer to

nt? I never saw you so serious before,

ow, tremulous voice, that was broken by her tears:

d I will speak. I am not a poor man, Laura; but you are so divided from the rest of the world by your father's wealth, that I have feared to speak. I hav

wondering eyes that were s

at come at the brave man's bidding; they are only masters when the coward calls them. Remember, my beloved one, this wealth that now stands between you and me may not always be yours. Your father is not an old man; he may marry again, and have a son to inherit his wealth. Would to Heaven, Laura, that it might be so! But be that as it may, I despair of nothing if I dare hope for your love. Oh, Laura, dearest, one word to tell me

m with a sweet smile, and la

dearly as I should have loved my brot

ilence. When he looked up, Laura

e me as a bro

I love you?" she

that was exquisitely beautiful, for it was the look of a man who i

ceived my sentence. You do not love me, deare

nds, and looked at

gry with me, Ar

h you, my

will stil

need of my services, you shall find what it is to have a faithful

of carriage-wheels below the window, and

r feet, and her bri

as come!" sh

ho had just come from St. Gundolph Lane, where he

Laura's face as she recognized the

appened to my fa

father has arrived in England safely, and is well, as I believe. He is stayi

has happe

c message. I was to come to you here, Miss Dunbar, to tell you not to expect your pa

!" exclai

n immediately to Messrs. Walford

s Dunbar; "he always acted as poor gran

"I beg you to allow me to accompany you. I sha

hesitated for

tly. "Mr. Dunbar says he wants a lawyer; he doesn't name any particular lawyer. We sha

ed at h

Miss Dunbar. We'll take care of your papa, an

a, murmured a few words in her ear,

rest hopes. He had seen his sentence in h

heart. He loved her with a chivalrous devotion, which, after all, is as natural to the breast of a young Englishm

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Contents

Chapter 1 After Office Hours in the House of Dunbar, Dunbar, Chapter 2 Margaret's Father Chapter 3 The Meeting at the Railway Station Chapter 4 The Stroke of Death Chapter 5 Sinking the Past Chapter 6 Clement Austin's Diary Chapter 7 After Five-And-Thirty Years Chapter 8 The First Stage on the Journey Home Chapter 9 How Henry Dunbar Waited Dinner Chapter 10 Laura Dunbar Chapter 11 The Inquest
Chapter 12 Arrested
Chapter 13 The Prisoner is Remanded
Chapter 14 Margaret's Journey
Chapter 15 Baffled
Chapter 16 Is it Love or Fear
Chapter 17 The Broken Picture
Chapter 18 Three who Suspect
Chapter 19 Laura Dunbar's Disappointment
Chapter 20 New Hopes May Bloom
Chapter 21 A New Life
Chapter 22 The Steeple-Chase
Chapter 23 The Bride that the Rain Rains on
Chapter 24 The Unbidden Guest who Came to Laura Dunbar's We
Chapter 25 After the Wedding
Chapter 26 What Happened in the Back Parlour of the Banking-H
Chapter 27 Clement Austin's Wooing
Chapter 28 Buying Diamonds
Chapter 29 Going Away
Chapter 30 Stopped Upon the Way
Chapter 31 Clement Austin Makes a Sacrifice
Chapter 32 What Happened at Maudesley Abbey
Chapter 33 Margaret's Return
Chapter 34 Farewell
Chapter 35 A Discovery at the Luxembourg
Chapter 36 Looking for the Portrait
Chapter 37 Margaret's Letter
Chapter 38 Notes from a Journal Kept by Clement Austin During
Chapter 33 Clement Austin's Journal Continued
Chapter 40 Flight
Chapter 41 At Maudesley Abbey
Chapter 42 The Housemaid at Woodbine Cottage
Chapter 43 On the Track
Chapter 44 Chasing the "Crow"
Chapter 45 Giving it up
Chapter 46 Clement's Story. - Before the Dawn
Chapter 47 The Dawn
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