Maurice Mohun.'
'Well, there were the Miss Mohuns and all the rest!' said Constance.
'Why, Dolores has only once been at the family place. And her mother
had a brother, an author and a journalist, a very clever man, and the
Mohuns have always regularly persecuted him. He has been very
unfortunate, and Mrs. Maurice Mohun has done her utmost to help him,
writing in periodicals and giving the proceeds to him. Wasn't that
sweet? And now Dolores feels quite cut off from him; and she is so
fond of him, poor darling for her mother's sake.'
Tender-hearted as Miss Hacket was, she had seen enough of life to have
some inkling of what being very unfortunate might sometimes mean.
'I should think,' she said, 'that Lady Merrifield would never withhold
from the child any letter it was proper she should have, especially
from a relation.'
'Yes, but I tell you she did keep back a letter on the festival day
till she had looked at it. Poor Dolores saw it come, and she saw a
glance pass between her and Miss Mohun, and she is quite sure, she
says, her Aunt Jane had been poisoning her mind about this poor
persecuted uncle, and that she shall never be allowed to hear from
him.'
'I don't suppose there can be much for him to say to her,' said Miss
Hacket. Then, after a little reflection, 'Connie, my dear, I really
think you had better not interfere. There may be reasons that this
poor child knows nothing about for keeping her aloof from this uncle.'
'Oh! but her mother helped him.
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