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e was when he had first met with her。 She had one child； the beautiful daughter who came riding on the waggon…load of furniture that was brought to the Manor…house。 Madame Starkey had taken her again into her service when she became a widow。 She and her daughter had followed 〃the mistress〃 in all her fortunes； they had lived at St。 Germains and at Antwerp； and were now come to her home in Lancashire。 As soon as Bridget had arrived there； the Squire gave her a cottage of her own； and took more pains in furnishing it for her than he did in anything else out of his own house。 It was only nominally her residence。 She was constantly up at the great house； indeed； it was but a short cut across the woods from her own home to the home of her nursling。 Her daughter Mary； in like manner； moved from one house to the other at her own will。 Madam loved both mother and child dearly。 They had great influence over her； and； through her； over her husband。 Whatever Bridget or Mary willed was sure to come to pass。 They were not disliked； for； though wild and passionate； they were also generous by nature。 But the other servants were afraid of them； as being in secret the ruling spirits of the household。 The Squire had lost his interest in all secular things； Madam was gentle； affectionate； and yielding。 Both husband and wife were tenderly attached to each other and to their boy； but they grew more and more to shun the trouble of decision on any point； and hence it was that Bridget could exert such despotic power。 But if everyone else yielded to her 〃magic of a superior mind；〃 her daughter not unfrequently rebelled。 She and her mother were too much alike to agree。 There were wild quarrels between them； and wilder reconciliations。 There were times when； in the heat of passion； they could have stabbed each other。 At all other times they bothBridget especiallywould have willingly laid down their lives for one another。 Bridget's love for her child lay very deepdeeper than that daughter ever knew； or I should think she would never have wearied of home as she did； and prayed her mistress to obtain for her some situationas waiting maidbeyond the seas； in that more cheerful continental life； among the scenes of which so many of her happiest years had been spent。 She thought； as youth thinks； that life would last for ever； and that two or three years were but a small portion of it to pass away from her mother； whose only child she was。 Bridget thought differently； but was too proud ever to show what she felt。 If her child wished to leave her； whyshe should go。 But people said Bridget became ten years older in the course of two months at this time。 She took it that Mary wanted to leave her。 The truth was； that Mary wanted for a time to leave the place； and to seek some change； and would thankfully have taken her mother with her。 Indeed when Madam Starkey had gotten her a situation with some grand lady abroad； and the time drew near for her to go； it was Mary who clung to her mother with passionate embrace； and； with floods of tears； declared that she would never leave her； and it was Bridget； who at last loosened her arms； and； grave and tearless herself； bade her keep her word； and go forth into the wide world。 Sobbing aloud； and looking back continually； Mary went away。 Bridget was still as death； scarcely drawing her breath； or closing her stony eyes； till at last she turned back into her cottage； and heaved a ponderous old settle against the door。 There she sat； motionless； over the gray ashes of her extinguished fire； deaf to Madam's sweet voice； as she begged leave to enter and comfort her nurse。 Deaf； stony； and motionless； she sat for more than twenty hours； till； for the third time； Madam came across the snowy path from the great house； carrying with her a young spaniel； which had been Mary's pet up at the hall； and which had not ceased all night long to seek for its absent mistress； and to whine and moan after her。 With tears Madam told this story； through the closed doortears excited by the terrible look of anguish； so steady； so immovableso the same to…day as it was yesterdayon her nurse's face。 The little creature in her arms began to utter its piteous cry； as it shivered with the cold。 Bridget stirred； she movedshe listened。 Again that long whine； she thought it was for her daughter； and what she had denied to her nursling and mistress she granted to the dumb creature that Mary had cherished。 She opened the door； and took the dog from Madam's arms。 Then Madam came in； and kissed and comforted the old woman； who took but little notice of her or anything。 And sending up Master Patrick to the hall for fire and food； the sweet young lady never left her nurse all that night。 Next day； the Squire himself came down； carrying a beautiful foreign pictureOur Lady of the Holy Heart； the Papists call it。 It is a picture of the Virgin； her heart pierced with arrows； each arrow representing one of her great woes。 That picture hung in Bridget's cottage when I first saw her； I have that picture now。
Years went on。 Mary was still abroad。 Bridget was still and stern； instead of active and passionate。 The little dog； Mignon； was indeed her darling。 I have heard that she talked to it continually； although； to most people； she was so silent。 The Squire and Madam treated her with the greatest consideration； and well they might； for to them she was as devoted and faithful as ever。 Mary wrote pretty often； and seemed satisfied with her life。 But at length the letters ceasedI hardly know whether before or after a great and terrible sorrow came upon the house of the Starkeys。 The Squire sickened of a putrid fever； and Madam caught it in nursing him； and died。 You may be sure； Bridget let no other woman tend her but herself； and in the very arms that had received her at her birth； that sweet young woman laid her head down； and gave up her breath。 The Squire recovered； in a fashion。 He was never stronghe had never the heart to smile again。 He fasted and prayed more than ever； and people did say that he tried to cut off the entail； and leave all the property away to found a monastery abroad； of which he prayed that some day little Squire Patrick might be the reverend father。 But he could not do this； for the strictness of the entail and the laws against the Papists。 So he could only appoint gentlemen of his own faith as guardians to his son； with many charges about the lad's soul； and a few about the land； and the way it was to be held while he was a minor。 Of course； Bridget was not forgotten。 He sent for her as he lay on his death…bed； and asked her if she would rather have a sum down； or have a small annuity settled upon her。 She said at once she would have a sum down； for she thought of her daughter； and how she could bequeath the money to her； whereas an annuity would have died with her。 So the Squire left her her cottage for life； and a fair sum of money。 And then he died； with as ready and willing a heart as； I suppose； ever any gentleman took out of this world with him。 The young Squire was carried off by his guardians； and Bridget was left alone。
I have said that she had not heard from Mary for some time。 In her last letter； she had told of travelling about with her mistress； who was the English wife of some great foreign officer； and had spoken of her chances of making a good marriage； without naming the gentleman's name； keeping it rather back as a pleasant surprise to her mother； his station and fortune being； as I had afterwards reason to know； far superior to anything she had a right to expect。 Then came a long silence； and Madam was dead； and the Squire was dead； and Bridget's heart was gnawed by anxiety； and she knew not whom to ask for news of her child。 She could not write； and the Squire had managed her communication with her daughter。 She walked off to Hurst； and got a good priest thereone whom she had known at Antwerpto write for her。 But no answer came。 It was like crying into the' awful stillness of night。
One day； Bridget was missed by those neighbours who had been accustomed to mark her goings…out and comings…in。 She had never been sociable with any of them； but the sight of her had become a part of their daily lives； and slow wonder arose in their minds； as morning after morning came； and her house…door remained closed； her window dead from any glitter； or light of fire within。 At length； some one tried the door； it was locked。 Two or three laid their heads together； before daring to look in through the blank unshuttered window。 But； at last； they summoned up courage； and then saw that Bridget's absence from their little world was not the result of accident or death； but of premeditation。 Such small articles of furniture as could be secured from the effects of time and damp by being packed up； were stowed away in boxes。 The picture of the Madonna was taken down； and gone。 In a word； Bridget had stolen away from her home； and left no trace whither she was departed。 I knew afterwards； that she and her little dog had wandered off on the long search for her lost daughter。 She was too illiterate to have faith in letters； even had she had the means of writing and sending many。 But she h