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Roger! an attachment! No! I never heard of itI can hardly believe itthat is to say, I suppose it is to And then he stopped; for he thought he had no right to betray his own conjecture, that the object was Cynthia Kirkpatrick. Yes. He is, though. Can you guess who to? Nobody that I particularly likenot a connection to my mindyet shes a very pretty girl; and I suppose I was to blame in the first instance. Is it Its no use beating about the bush. Ive gone so far, I may as well tell you all. Its Miss Kirkpatrick, Gibsons step-daughter. But its not an engagement, mind you Im very gladI hope she likes Roger back again Like! Its only too good a connection for her not to like it: if Roger is of the same mind when he comes home, Ill be bound shell be only too happy! I wonder Roger never told me, said Osborne, a little hurt, now he began to consider himself. He never told me either, said the Squire. It was Gibson, who came here, and made a clean breast of it, like a man of honour. Id been saying to him, I couldnt have either of you two lads taking up with his lasses. Ill own it was you I was afraid ofits bad enough with Roger, and maybe will come to nothing after all; but, if it had been you, Id ha broken with Gibson and every mothers son of em, sooner than have let it go on; and so I told Gibson. I beg your pardon for interrupting you; but, once for all, I claim the right of choosing my wife for myself, subject to no mans interference, said Osborne, hotly. Then youll keep your wife with no mans interference, thats all; for neer a penny will you get from me, my lad, unless you marry to please me a little, as well as yourself a great deal. Thats all I ask of you. Im not particular as to beauty, or as to cleverness, and piano-playing, and that sort of thing; if Roger marries this girl, we shall have enough of that in the family. I shouldnt much mind her being a bit older than you; but she must be well-born, and the more money she brings the better for the old place. I say again, father, I choose my wife for myself, and I dont admit any mans right of dictation. Well, well! said the Squire, getting a little angry in his turn. If Im not to be father in this matter, thou shant be son. Go against me in what Ive set my heart on, and youll find theres the devil to pay, thats all. But dont let us get angry, its Sunday afternoon for one thing, and its a sin; and, besides that, Ive not finished my story. For Osborne had taken up his book again, and under pretence of reading, was fuming to himself. He hardly put it away, even at his fathers request. As I was saying, Gibson said, when first we spoke about it, that there was nothing on foot between any of you four, and that, if there was, he would let me know; so by-and-by he comes and tells me of this. Of what? I dont understand how far it has gone? There was a tone in Osbornes voice the Squire did not quite like, and he began answering rather angrily. Of this, to be sureof what Im telling youof Roger going and making love to this girl, that day he left, after he had gone away from here, and was waiting for the Umpire in Hollingford. One would think you quite stupid at times, Osborne. |
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