"Hetty," said Mrs. Enderby, "Miss Gaythorne wishes to have you with her
in London, on a visit. Mr. Enderby and I have consented to allow you to
go; and I suppose you will not object to give her pleasure."
"Miss Gaythorne!" exclaimed Hetty, scarcely believing she had heard
rightly.
"She has taken a fancy to you, and wishes to have you with her. She is a
charming girl, and I am sure she will make you happy."
Hetty's face, glowing with delight, sufficiently answered this last
speech; but her tongue could find no words.
"In fact, I may as well tell you," continued Mrs. Enderby, "that Reine
has discovered you are some kind of relation of hers; and, as she is her
own mistress and very independent, she will be disposed to make the most
of the relationship."
Hetty was turning slowly pale. "Relationship!" she murmured. "Am I
really related to Miss Gaythorne?" and Reine's cry, "My mother, oh, my
mother!" seemed to ring again in her ears.
"I believe so, my dear. There, do not think too much of it. At all
events, you are to go to her now, and she will tell you all about it.
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