Dusautoy's face all through the
narration, from under her thick black eyelashes, and at the end she
drew a sigh of relief, and seemed to catch the smile of glad
gratitude and affection. There was a precedent, which afforded
incredible food to the tumultuous cravings of a heart that had been
sinking in sullen gloom under the consciousness of an unpleasing
exterior. The possibility of a 'good-natured giant' was far more
present to her mind than the present probability of future suffering
and restraint.
Ever rapid and eager, Albinia could think of nothing but immediate
measures for Sophy's good, and the satisfaction of her own
conscience. She could not bear even to wait for Mr. Kendal's return,
but, as her aunts were still in London, she resolved on carrying
Sophy to their house on the following day for the best advice. It
was already late, and she knelt at the table to dash off two notes to
put into the post-office as she went home. One to Mrs. Annesley, to
announce her coming with Sophy, baby, and Susan, the other as
follows:--
'July 10th, 9 p.m.
'Dearest Edmund,
'I find I have been cruelly neglectful. I have hunted and driven
that poor child about till it has brought on spine complaint. The
only thing I can do, is to take her to have the best advice without
loss of time, so I am going to-morrow to my aunt's. It would take
too long to write and ask your leave.
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