"Ill," repeated Jessica, with a look of bewilderment. "She was not ill
when I left her. It was the other lady who was ill."
John, of course, knew nothing of Lady Merivale, and gazed at Jessica as
though she had taken leave of her senses.
"I don't know what lady you mean," he said; "but my wife has been very
ill for the past two weeks, and asking for you often. You see, I thought
you had run away and left her."
"I will drive back with you, please, sir, if you have room for me. I
didn't know Mrs. Ashford was ill," said the girl, humbly following him,
as he turned towards the trap.
He lifted her up, and fastened her in securely.
All this time Mr. Harker had taken no notice of the little episode, save
to wonder slightly at the delay. But directly he caught sight of the
vivid, dark beauty of the girl, he started.
"Who is this?" he asked John, who was hurriedly driving on again.
"A poor girl whom Lucy has befriended," he replied. "Why, did you think
you recognised her?"
Mr. Harker shook his head. She strongly resembled some one he had seen;
but, for the moment, he could not call to mind who that person was.
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