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I should like you to meet ; then I think she might forgive us , '' said Bessie , with a wistful regret . Sometimes she was highly indignant with my lady , but in the depths of her heart there was always a fund of affection , admiration , and respect for the idol of her childish days . The morning but one after this Bessie 's anxious desire that my lady and her dear Harry should meet was unexpectedly gratified . It was about halfway towards noon when she was considering whether or no she could with peace and propriety bring forward her wish to go again to Brook , when Lady Latimer hurried down from her sanctum , which overlooked the drive , saying , `` Elizabeth , here is young Mr. Musgrave on horseback ; run and bid him come in and rest . He is giving some message to Roberts and going away . '' `` Oh , please ask him yourself , '' said Bessie , but at the same moment she hastened out to the door . It was a sultry , oppressive morning , and Harry looked languid and ill -- more ill than Bessie had ever seen him look .