Natalie hurried to the
window, and waved her handkerchief--evidently making a signal to some
one outside. Miss Lavinia instantly joined her, and took her sharply by
the hand.
"Is it possible, Natalie?" she asked. "Has Launcelot Linzie really been
here, unknown to your father or to me?"
"Where is the harm if he has?" answered Natalie, with a sudden outbreak
of temper. "Am I never to see my cousin again, because Mr. Turlington
happens to be jealous of him?"
She suddenly turned away her head. The rich color flowed over her face
and neck. Miss Lavinia, proceeding sternly with the administration
of the necessary reproof, was silenced midway by a new change in her
niece's variable temper. Natalie burst into tears. Satisfied with this
appearance of sincere contrition, the old lady consented to overlook
what had happened; and, for this occasion only, to keep her niece's
secret. They would all be in Somersetshire, she remarked, before any
more breaches of discipline could be committed. Richard had fortunately
made no discoveries; and the matter might safely be trusted, all things
considered, to rest where it was.
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