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Perhaps, if I had asked them. But I think they would have been rather astonished at my sudden turn for science. You might have told your uncle how matters really stood; he wouldnt have talked about it, if you had wished him not, I am sure, and he could have helped you. Once for all, Molly, said Cynthia, now laying down her work, and speaking with quick authority, do learn to understand that it is, and always has been my wish, not to have the relation which Roger and I bear to each other, mentioned or talked about. When the right time comes, I will make it known to my uncle, and to everybody whom it may concern; but I am not going to make mischief, and get myself into troubleeven for the sake of hearing compliments paid to himby letting it out before the time. If Im pushed to it, Id sooner break it off altogether at once, and have done with it. I cant be worse off than I am now. Her angry tone had changed into a kind of desponding complaint, before she had ended her sentence. Molly looked at her with dismay. I cant understand you, Cynthia, she said at length. No, I daresay you cant, said Cynthia, looking at her with tears in her eyes, and very tenderly, as if in atonement for her late vehemence. I am afraidI hopeyou never will. In a moment, Mollys arms were round her. Oh, Cynthia, she murmured, have I been plaguing you? Have I vexed you? Dont say youre afraid of my knowing you! Of course youve your faults, everybody has; but I think I love you the better for them. I dont know that I am so very bad, said Cynthia, smiling a little through the tears that Mollys words and caresses had forced to overflow from her eyes. But Ive got into scrapes. Im in a scrape now. I do sometimes believe I shall always be in scrapes; and, if they ever come to light, I shall seem to be worse than I really am, and I know your father will throw me off, and Ino, I wont be afraid that you will, Molly. Im sure I shant. Are theydo you thinkhow would Roger take it? asked Molly, very timidly. I dont know. I hope he will never hear of it. I dont see why he should, for in a little while I shall be quite clear again. It all came about without my ever thinking I was doing wrong. Ive a great mind to tell you all about it, Molly. Molly did not like to urge it, though she longed to know, and to see if she could not offer help; but, while Cynthia was hesitating, and perhaps, to say the truth, rather regretting that she had even made this slight advance towards bestowing her confidence, Mrs. Gibson came in, full of some manner of altering a gown of hers, so as to make it into the fashion of the day, as she had seen it during her visit to London. Cynthia seemed to forget her tears and her troubles, and to throw her soul into millinery. Cynthias correspondence went on pretty briskly with her London cousins, according to the usual rate of correspondence in those days. Indeed, Mrs. Gibson was occasionally inclined to complain of the frequency of Helen Kirkpatricks letters; for, before the penny post came in, the recipient had to pay the postage of letters; and elevenpence-halfpenny three times a week came, according to Mrs. Gibsons mode of reckoning when annoyed, to a sum between three and four shillings. But these complaints were only for the family; they saw the wrong side of the tapestry. Hollingford in general, the Miss Brownings in particular, heard of dear Helens enthusiastic friendship for Cynthia, and of the real pleasure it was to receive such constant newsrelays of news, indeedfrom London. It was almost as good as living there! A great deal better, I should think, said Miss Browning, with some severity. For she had got many of her notions of the metropolis from the British Essayists, where town is so often represented as the centre of dissipation, corrupting country-wives and squires daughters, and unfitting them for all their duties by |
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