r from Bella Bruce.
"Konigsberg Hotel, BADEN.
"Miss Bruce presents her compliments to Mr. Oldfield, and will feel
much obliged if he will send her the name and address of that brave
lady who accompanied him to her father's house.
"Miss Bruce desires to thank that lady, personally, for her noble
defense of one with whom it would be improper for her to communicate;
but she can never be indifferent to his welfare, nor hear of his
sufferings without deep sorrow."
"Confound it!" said Solomon Oldfield. "What am I to do? I mustn't tell
her it is Miss Somerset." So the wary lawyer had a copy of the letter
made, and sent to Miss Somerset for instructions.
Miss Somerset sent for Mr. Marsh, who was now more at her beck and call
than ever, and told him she had a ticklish letter to write. "I can talk
with the best," said she, "but the moment I sit down and take up a pen
something cold runs up my shoulder, and then down my backbone, and I'm
palsied; now you are always writing, and can't say 'Bo' to a goose in
company. Let us mix ourselves; I'll walk about and speak my mind, and
then you put down the cream, and send it."
From this ingenious process resulted the following composition:
"She whom Miss Bruce is good enough to call 'the brave lady' happened
to know the truth, and that tempted her to try and baffle an anonymous
slanderer, who was ruining the happiness of a lady and gentleman. Being
a person of warm impulses, she went great lengths; but she now wishes
to retire into the shade. She is flattered by Miss Bruce's desire to
know her, and some day, perhaps, may remind her of it; but at present
she must deny herself that honor. If her reasons were known, Miss Bruce
would not be offended nor hurt; she would entirely approve them."
Soon after this, as Sir Charles Bassett sat by the fire, disconsolate,
his servant told him a lady wanted to see him.
"Who is it?"
"Don't know, Sir Charles; but it is a kind of a sort of a nun, Sir
Charles."
"Oh, a Sister of Charity! Perhaps the one that nursed me. Admit her, by
all means."
The Sister came in. She had a large veil on. Sir Charles received her
with profound respect, and thanked her, with some little hesitation,
for her kind attention to him. She stopped him by saying that was
merely her duty. "But," said she, softly, "words fell from you, on the
bed of sickness, that touched my heart; and besides I happen to know
the lady."
"You know my Bella!"
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