|
||||||||
I own he has not been constant, pleaded Miss Phbe, in her tender, piping voice. All men are notlike you, Mr. Gibsonfaithful to the memory of their first love. Mr. Gibson winced. Jeannie was his first love; but her name had never been breathed in Hollingford. His wifegood, pretty, sensible, and beloved as she had beenwas not his second; no, nor his third love. And now he was come to make a confidence about his second marriage. Well, well, said he; at any rate, I thought I must do something to protect Molly from such affairs while she was so young, and before I had given my sanction. Miss Eyres little nephew fell ill of scarlet fever Ah! by-the-by, how careless of me not to inquire! How is the poor little fellow? Worsebetter. It doesnt signify to what Ive got to say now; the fact was, Miss Eyre couldnt come back to my house for some time, and I cannot leave Molly altogether at Hamley. Ah! I see now why there was that sudden visit to Hamley. Upon my word, its quite a romance. I do like hearing of a love-affair, murmured Miss Phbe. Then if youll let me get on with my story, you shall hear of mine, said Mr. Gibson, quite beyond his patience with their constant interruptions. Yours! said Miss Phbe faintly. Bless us and save us! said Miss Browning, with less sentiment in her tone; what next? My marriage, I hope, said Mr. Gibson, choosing to take her expression of intense surprise literally. And thats what I came to speak to you about. A little hope darted up in Miss Phbes breast. She had often said to her sister, in the confidence of curling- time (ladies wore curls in those days), that the only man who could ever bring her to think of matrimony was Mr. Gibson; but that, if he ever proposed, she should feel bound to accept him, for poor dear Marys sake; never explaining what exact style of satisfaction she imagined she should give to her dead friend by marrying her late husband. Phbe played nervously with the strings of her black silk apron. Like the Caliph in the Eastern story, a whole lifetime of possibilities passed through her mind in an instant, of which possibilities the question of questions was, Could she leave her sister? Attend, Phbe, to the present moment, and listen to what is being said before you distress yourself with a perplexity which will never arise! Of course it has been an anxious thing for me to decide whom I should ask to be the mistress of my family, the mother of my girl; but I think Ive decided rightly at last. The lady I have chosen Tell us at once who she is, theres a good man, said straightforward Miss Browning. Mrs. Kirkpatrick, said the bridegroom elect. What! the governess at the Towers, that the countess makes so much of? Yes; she is much valued by themand deservedly so. She keeps a school now at Ashcombe, and is accustomed to housekeeping. She has brought up the young ladies at the Towers, and has a daughter of her own, therefore it is probable she will have a kind, motherly feeling towards Molly. Shes a very elegant-looking woman, said Miss Phbe, feeling it incumbent upon her to say something laudatory, by way of concealing the thoughts that had just been passing through her mind. Ive seen her in the carriage, riding backwards, with the countess: a very pretty woman, I should say. |
||||||||
|
||||||||
|
||||||||
Copyright: All texts on Bibliomania are © Bibliomania.com Ltd, and may not be reproduced in any form without our written permission. See our FAQ for more details. | ||||||||