Witch Hazel; or, The Secret of the Locket — page 324: what you’re looking at

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Hawley’s school—which, perhaps you know, is one of the best in London—where i received the most careful training,” “Tam sure that you owe Doctor Morton a great deal, Hazel,” Mrs. Earlescourt said, earnestly; “he has displayed great wisdom regarding your educa- tion, and I teel very grateful to him. He is a fine man, too, How old is he, dear?” ‘Twenty-five, I believe.” “Ah! some seven years older than you—you were eighteen last May.” ‘*Yes,’’ Hazel briefly replied, but her color deep- ened visibly at this comparison of ages, and her white lids drooped consciously over her clear blue eyes. A knock upon the door at this moment told that some one was anxious to interrupt this prolonged interview, and presently, upon being bidden to do so, the duchess entered. Her fine, motherly face beamed with happiness as she regarded the reunited mother and daughter, who sat side by side, their arms clasped about each other. “T have come to ask Hazel if she will feel able to come down to lunch,” she said. ‘I have asked Doc- tor Morton to rewaiu,and he has consented, although he says that he will be obliged to join Sir Henry in London this evening.” Hazel started up, flushing vividly. “Perey going back to-night!’ she exclaimed. ‘Oh, yes, I will come down to lunch; [ am entirely recov- ered, and—so very, very happy, your grace!” and she turned a grateful look upon the duchess, asif she felt that she had a great deal to do with her present joy. Mrs. Earlescourt also arose, looking a rateh. “T have been very forgetful,” she Biche BOOK Lea IOR