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the excuses that I had made for Oscar's absence。 The sarcastic reference
to my recent connection with a case of emergency； and to my experience of
the necessity of dispensing with formal farewells； removed my last
lingering doubts of Nugent's treachery。 I now felt； not suspicion only；
but positive conviction that he had communicated with her in his
brother's name； and that he had contrived （by some means at which it was
impossible for me to guess） so to work on Lucilla's mindso to excite
that indwelling distrust which her blindness had rooted in her
characteras to destroy her confidence in me for the time being。
Arriving at this conclusion； I could still feel compassionately and
generously towards Lucilla。 Far from blaming my poor deluded
sister…friend for her cruel departure and her yet crueler letter； I laid
the whole fault on the shoulders of Nugent。 Full as my mind was of my own
troubles； I could still think of the danger that threatened Lucilla； and
of the wrong that Oscar had suffered。 I could still feel the old glow of
my resolution to bring them together again； and still remember （and
determine to pay） the debt I owed to Nugent Dubourg。
In the turn things had taken； and with the short time still at my
disposal； what was I to do next？ Assuming that Miss Batchford would
accompany her niece to Ramsgate； how could I put the necessary obstacle
in Nugent's way； if he attempted to communicate with Lucilla at the
sea…side； in my absence？
It was impossible for me to decide this； unless I first knew whether Miss
Batchford； as a member of the family； was to be confidentially informed
of the sad position in which Oscar and Lucilla now stood towards each
other。
The person to consult in this difficulty was the rector。 As head of the
household； and in my absence； the responsibility evidently rested with
Reverend Finch。
I went round at once to the other side of the house。 If Mr。 Finch had
returned to the rectory； after the catechizing was over； well and good。
If not； I should be obliged to inquire in the village and seek him at the
cottages of his parishioners。 His magnificent voice relieved me from all
anxiety on this head。 The _boom…boom_ which I had last heard in the
church； I now heard again in the study。
When I entered the room； Mr。 Finch was on his legs； highly excited；
haranguing Mrs。 Finch and the baby； ensconced as usual in a corner。 My
appearance on the scene diverted his flow of language； for the moment； so
that it all poured itself out on my unlucky self。 （If you recollect that
the rector and Lucilla's aunt had been； from time immemorial； on the
worst of termsyou will be prepared for what is coming。 If you have
forgotten this； look back at my sixth chapter and refresh your memory。）
〃The very person I was going to send for！〃 said the Pope of Dimchurch。
〃Don't excite Mrs。 Finch！ Don't speak to Mrs。 Finch！ You shall hear why
directly。 Address yourself exclusively to Me。 Be calm； Madame Pratolungo！
you don't know what has happened。 I am here to tell you。〃
I ventured to stop him： mentioning that Lucilla's letter had informed me
of his daughter's sudden departure for her aunt's house。 Mr。 Finch waved
away my answer with his hand； as something too infinitely unimportant to
be worthy of a moment's notice。
〃Yes！ yes！ yes！〃 he said。 〃You have a superficial acquaintance with the
facts。 But you are far from being aware of what my daughter's sudden
removal of herself from my roof really means。 Now don't be frightened；
Madame Pratolungo！ and don't excite Mrs。 Finch！ （How are you； my dear？
how is the child？ Both well？ Thanks to an overruling Providence； both
well。） Now； Madame Pratolungo； attend to this。 My daughter's flightI
say flight advisedly： it is nothing lessmy daughter's flight from my
house means （I entreat you to be calm！）means ANOTHER BLOW dealt at me
by the family of my first wife。 Dealt at me；〃 repeated Mr。 Finch； heating
himself with the recollection of his old feud with the Batchfords〃Dealt
at me by Miss Batchford （by Lucilla's aunt； Madame Pratolungo） through my
unoffending second wife； and my innocent child。Are you sure you are
well； my dear？ are you sure the infant is well？ Thank
Providence！Concentrate your attention； Madame Pratolungo！ Your
attention is wandering。 Prompted by Miss Batchford； my daughter has left
my roof。 Ramsgate is a mere excuse。 And how has she left it？ Not only
without first seeing MeI am Nobody！ but without showing the slightest
sympathy for Mrs。 Finch's maternal situation。 Attired in her traveling
costume； my daughter precipitately entered （or to use my wife's graphic
expression 'bounced into'） the nursery； while Mrs。 Finch was
administering maternal sustenance to the infant。 Under circumstances
which might have touched the heart of a bandit or a savage； my unnatural
daughter （remind me； Mrs。 Finch； we will have a little Shakespeare
to…night； I will read _King Lear_）； my unnatural daughter announced
without one word of preparation that a domestic affliction would prevent
you from accompanying her to Ramsgate。Grieved； dear Madame Pratolungo；
to hear of it。 Cast your burden on Providence。 Bear up； Mrs。 Finch； bear
upHaving startled my wife with this harrowing news； my daughter next
shocked her by declaring that she was going to leave her father's roof；
without waiting to bid her father good…bye。 The catching of a train； you
will observe； was （no doubt at Miss Batchford's instigation） of more
importance than the parental embrace or the pastoral blessing。 Leaving a
message of apology for Me； my heartless child （I use Mrs。 Finch's graphic
language againyou have fair； very fair powers of expression； Mrs。
Finch）my heartless child 'bounced out' of the nursery to catch her
train； having； for all she knew； or cared； administered a shock to my
wife which might have soured the fountain of maternal sustenance at its
source。 There is where the Blow falls； Madame Pratolungo！ How do I know
that acid disturbance is not being communicated at this moment； instead
of wholesome nourishment； between mother and child？ I shall prepare you
an alkaline draught； Mrs。 Finch； to be taken after meals。 Don't speak；
don't move！ Give me your pulse。 I hold Miss Batchford accountable； Madame
Pratolungo； for whatever happensmy daughter is a mere instrument in the
hands of my first wife's family。 Give me your pulse； Mrs。 Finch。 I don't
like your pulse。 Come up…stairs directly。 A recumbent position； and
another warm bathunder Providence； Madame Pratolungo！may parry the
Blow。 Would you kindly open the door； and pick up Mrs。 Finch's
handkerchief？ Never mind the novelthe handkerchief。〃
I seized my first opportunity of speaking again； while Mr。 Finch was
conducting his wife （with his arm round her waist） to the doorputting
the question which I had been waiting to ask； in this cautious form：
〃Do you propose to communicate； sir； either with your daughter or with
Miss Batchford； while Lucilla is away from the rectory？ My object in
venturing to ask〃
Before I could state my object； Mr。 Finch turned round （turning Mrs。
Finch with him） and surveyed me from head to foot with a look of
indignant astonishment。
〃Is it poss