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So she could leave him, and go in. But, just as she was close to the garden door, Roger came out. It really was for once a case of virtue its own reward, for it was far pleasanter to her to have him in a tête-à- tête, however short, than in the restraint of Mrs. Gibsons and Cynthias presence. I only just found out where you were, Molly. Mrs. Gibson said you had gone out, but she didnt know where; and it was the greatest chance that I turned round and saw you. I saw you some time ago, but I couldnt leave Williams. I think he was unusually slow to-day; and he seemed as if he couldnt understand my plans for the new flower-beds. Is that the paper youve got in your hand? Let me look at it, will you? Ah, I see! youve borrowed some of your ideas from our garden at home, havent you? This bed of scarlet geraniums, with the border of young oaks, pegged down? That was a fancy of my dear mothers. They were both silent for a minute or two. Then Molly said How is the Squire? Ive never seen him since. No; he told me how much he wanted to see you, but he couldnt make up his mind to come and call. I suppose it would never do now for you to come and stay at the Hall, would it? It would give my father so much pleasurehe looks upon you as a daughter; and Im sure both Osborne and I shall always consider you are like a sister to us, after all my mothers love for you, and your tender care of her at the last. But I suppose it wouldnt do? No! certainly not, said Molly hastily. I fancy, if you could come, it would put us a little to rights. You know, as I think I once told you, Osborne has behaved differently to what I should have done, though not wronglyonly what I call an error of judgment. But my father, Im sure, has taken up some notion ofnever mind; only the end of it is that he holds Osborne still in tacit disgrace, and is miserable himself all the time. Osborne, too, is sore and unhappy, and estranged from my father. It is just what my mother would have put right very soon, and perhaps you could have done it unconsciously, I meanfor this wretched mystery that Osborne preserves about his affairs is at the root of it all. But theres no use talking about it; I dont know why I began. Then, with a wrench, changing the subject, while Molly still thought of what he had been telling her, he broke outI cant tell you how much I like Miss Kirkpatrick, Molly. It must be a great pleasure to you, having such a companion! Yes, said Molly, half-smiling. Im very fond of her, and I think I like her better every day I know her. But how quickly you have found out her virtues! I didnt say virtues, did I? asked he, reddening, but putting the question in all good faith. Yet I dont think one could be deceived in that face. And Mrs. Gibson appears to be a very friendly personshe has asked Osborne and me to dine here on Friday. Bitter-beer came into Mollys mind; but what she said was, And are you coming? Certainly, I am, unless my father wants me; and Ive given Mrs. Gibson a conditional promise for Osborne, too. So I shall see you all very soon again. But I must go now. I have to keep an appointment, seven miles from here, in half-an-hours time. Good luck to your flower-garden, Molly! |
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