Once, when standing near her, he put a hand on either
shoulder, and looking down into her face said to her:
"Do you know, Mrs. Jerrold how nearly my heart was broken when I thought
you were dead, and that for months the brightness of my life seemed
blotted out. But it is all right now, and I am glad for you that you are
Grey Jerrold's wife. You will be very happy with him."
"Yes, yes, very happy," Bessie answered, and then, scarcely knowing why
she did so, she asked him abruptly for Flossie, and where she was.
"At Trevellian Castle," Jack replied, taking his hands from her
shoulders and stepping back from her. "She is there with her
grandmother, a cantankerous old woman, who leads Flossie a sorry life,
or would if she were not so light-hearted that trouble slips from her
easily."
"No one could be happy with Mrs. Meredith," Bessie said, "She is so
cross and unreasonable, and I pity poor Flossie, who is made for
sunshine. I wish she would go to America with us. I should be so glad to
have her, and I mean to write and ask her.
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