"Oh! here are Colonel Macdonald's orchideous plants to be sold. All the
stock of hothouse and stove plants at Hartwell Priory. I must send James
over to Hartwell to attend the sale. It is to last for three days."
"But can he be spared for so long?"
"Oh, yes; he had better stay at the little inn there, to be on the spot.
Three days," and as she spoke, she ran out to the gardener, who was
sweeping up the newly-mown grass in the front of the house. She gave him
hasty and unlimited directions, only seeming intent--if any one had been
suspiciously watching her words and actions--to hurry him off to the
distant village, where the auction was to take place.
When he was once gone she breathed more freely. Now, no one but the
three cognisant of the terrible reason of the disturbance of the turf
under the trees in a certain spot in the belt round the flower-garden,
would be likely to go into the place. Miss Monro might wander round with
a book in her hand; but she never noticed anything, and was short-sighted
into the bargain. Three days of this moist, warm, growing weather, and
the green grass would spring, just as if life--was what it had been
twenty-four hours before.
When all this was done and said, it seemed as if Ellinor's strength and
spirit sank down at once. Her voice became feeble, her aspect wan; and
although she told Miss Monro that nothing was the matter, yet it was
impossible for any one who loved her not to perceive that she was far
from well.
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