Part 37 (1/2)

In this manner, from one plausible motive or another, was all help rejected for the orphan boy.

It seemed as if Providence were resolved to cast the infant helpless upon life, to show the world what a poor boy might make of himself, by G.o.d's blessing on his own unaided efforts!

CHAPTER XVIII.

BERENICE.

Her cheeks grew pale and dim her eye, Her voice was low, her mirth was stay'd; Upon her heart there seemed to lie The darkness of a nameless shade; She paced the house from room to room, Her form became a walking gloom.

--_Read_.

It was yet early in the afternoon when Berenice reached Brudenell Hall.

Before going to her own apartments she looked into the drawing room, and seeing Mrs. Brudenell, inquired:

”Any news of Herman yet, mamma, dear?”

”No, love, not yet. You've had a pleasant drive, Berenice?”

”Very pleasant.”

”I thought so; you have more color than when you went. You should go out every morning, my dear.”

”Yes, mamma,” said the young lady, hurrying away.

Mrs. Brudenell recalled her.

”Come in here, if you please, my love; I want to have a little conversation with you.”

Berenice threw her bonnet, cloak, and m.u.f.f upon the hall table and entered the drawing room.

Mrs. Brudenell was alone; her daughters had not yet come down; she beckoned her son's wife to take the seat on the sofa by her side.

And when Berenice had complied she said:

”It is of yourself and Herman that I wish to speak to you, my dear.”

”Yes, mamma.”

The lady hesitated, and then suddenly said:

”It is now nearly a week since my son disappeared; he left his home abruptly, without explanation, in the dead of night, at the very hour of your arrival! That was very strange.”

”Very strange,” echoed the unloved wife.

”What was the meaning of it, Berenice?”

”Indeed, mamma, I do not know.”