As soon as we had taken leave of Miss Welwyn, and were on our way
to the stream in her grounds, I more than satisfied Mr.
Garthwaite that the impression the lady had produced on me was of
no transitory kind, by overwhelming him with questions about
her--not omitting one or two incidental inquiries on the subject
of the little girl whom I had seen at the back window. He only
rejoined that his story would answer all my questions; and that
he would begin to tell it as soon as we had arrived at Glenwith
Beck, and were comfortably settled to fishing.
Five minutes more of walking brought us to the bank of the
stream, and showed us the water running smoothly and slowly,
tinged with the softest green luster from the reflections of
trees which almost entirely arched it over. Leaving me to admire
the view at my ease, Mr. Garthwaite occupied himself with the
necessary preparations for angling, baiting my hook as well as
his own. Then, desiring me to sit near him on the bank, he at
last satisfied my curiosity by beginning his story. I shall
relate it in his own manner, and, as nearly as possible, in his
own words.
THE ANGLER'S STORY
of
THE LADY OF GLENWITH GRANGE.
I have known Miss Welwyn long enough to be able to bear personal
testimony to the truth of many of the particulars which I am now
about to relate. I knew her father, and her younger sister
Rosamond; and I was acquainted with the Frenchman who became
Rosamond's husband.
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