Man and Wife eBook

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This was in the summer of eighteen hundred and thirty-one.


Twenty-four years later—­in the summer of eighteen hundred and fifty-five—­there was a villa at Hampstead to be let, furnished.

The house was still occupied by the persons who desired to let it.  On the evening on which this scene opens a lady and two gentlemen were seated at the dinner-table.  The lady had reached the mature age of forty-two.  She was still a rarely beautiful woman.  Her husband, some years younger than herself, faced her at the table, sitting silent and constrained, and never, even by accident, looking at his wife.  The third person was a guest.  The husband’s name was Vanborough.  The guest’s name was Kendrew.

It was the end of the dinner.  The fruit and the wine were on the table.  Mr. Vanborough pushed the bottles in silence to Mr. Kendrew.  The lady of the house looked round at the servant who was waiting, and said, “Tell the children to come in.”

The door opened, and a girl twelve years old entered, lending by the hand a younger girl of five.  They were both prettily dressed in white, with sashes of the same shade of light blue.  But there was no family resemblance between them.  The elder girl was frail and delicate, with a pale, sensitive face.  The younger was light and florid, with round red cheeks and bright, saucy eyes—­a charming little picture of happiness and health.

Mr. Kendrew looked inquiringly at the youngest of the two girls.

“Here is a young lady,” he said, “who is a total stranger to me.”

“If you had not been a total stranger yourself for a whole year past,” answered Mrs. Vanborough, “you would never have made that confession.  This is little Blanche—­the only child of the dearest friend I have.  When Blanche’s mother and I last saw each other we were two poor school-girls beginning the world.  My friend went to India, and married there late in life.  You may have heard of her husband—­the famous Indian officer, Sir Thomas Lundie?  Yes:  ‘the rich Sir Thomas,’ as you call him.  Lady Lundie is now on her way back to England, for the first time since she left it—­I am afraid to say how many years since.  I expected her yesterday; I expect her to-day—­she may come at any moment.  We exchanged promises to meet, in the ship that took her to India—­’vows’ we called them in the dear old times.  Imagine how changed we shall find each other when we do meet again at last!”

“In the mean time,” said Mr. Kendrew, “your friend appears to have sent you her little daughter to represent her?  It’s a long journey for so young a traveler.”

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