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the constant whirl of its not always innocent pleasures. London was a sort of moral pitch, which few could touch and not be defiled. Miss Browning had been on the watch for the signs of deterioration in Cynthias character, ever since her return home. But, except in a greater number of pretty and becoming articles of dress, there was no great change for the worse to be perceived. Cynthia had been in the world, had beheld the glare and glitter and dazzling display of London, yet had come back to Hollingford, as ready as ever to place a chair for Miss Browning, or to gather flowers for a nosegay for Miss Phbe, or to mend her own clothes. But all this was set down to the merits of Cynthia, not to the credit of London- town. As far as I can judge of London, said Miss Browning, sententiously continuing her tirade against the place, its no better than a pick-pocket and a robber dressed up in the spoils of honest folk. I should like to know where my Lord Hollingford was bred, and Mr. Roger Hamley. Your good husband lent me that report of the meeting, Mrs. Gibson, where so much was said about them both; and he was as proud of their praises as if he had been akin to them; and Phbe read it aloud to me, for the print was too small for my eyes; she was a good deal perplexed with all the new names of places, but I said shed better skip them, for we had never heard of them before, and probably should never hear of them again; but she read out the fine things they said of my lord, and Mr. Rogerand I put it to you, where were they born and bred? Why, within eight miles of Hollingford; it might have been Molly there or me; its all a chance; and then they go and talk about the pleasures of intellectual society in London, and the distinguished people up there that it is such an advantage to know, and all the time I know its only shops and the play thats the real attraction. But thats neither here nor there. We all put our best foot foremost, and, if we have a reason to give that looks sensible, we speak it out like men, and never say anything about the silliness we are hugging to our heart. But I ask you again, where does this fine society come from, and these wise men, and these distinguished travellers? Why, out of country parishes like this! London picks em all up, and decks herself with them, and then calls out to the folks shes robbed, and says, Come and see how fine I am. Fine, indeed! Ive no patience with London: Cynthia is much better out of it; and Im not sure, if I were you, Mrs Gibson, if I wouldnt stop those London letters: theyll only be unsettling her. But perhaps she may live in London some of these days, Miss Browning, simpered Mrs Gibson. Time enough then to be thinking of London I wish her an honest country husband, with enough to live upon, and a little to lay by, and a good character to boot. Mind that, Molly, said she, firing round upon the startled Molly; I wish Cynthia a husband with a good character; but shes got a mother to look after her; youve none, and when your mother was alive she was a dear friend of mine: so Im not going to let you throw yourself away upon any one whose life isnt clear and aboveboard, you may depend upon it! This last speech fell like a bomb into the quiet little drawing-room, it was delivered with such vehemence. Miss Browning, in her secret heart, meant it as a warning against the intimacy she believed that Molly had formed with Mr. Preston; but, as it happened that Molly had never dreamed of any such intimacy, the girl could not imagine why such severity of speech should be addressed to her. Mrs. Gibson, who always took up the points of every word or action where they touched her own self (and called it sensitiveness), broke the silence that followed Miss Brownings speech by saying, plaintively Im sure, Miss Browning, you are very much mistaken, if you think that any mother could take more care of Molly than I do. I dontI cant think there is any need for any one to interfere to protect her; and I have not an idea why you have been talking in this way, just as if we were all wrong and you were all right. It hurts my feelings, indeed it does; for Molly can tell you there is not a thing or a favour that Cynthia has, that she has not. And, as for not taking care of her, why, if she were to go up to London to-morrow, I should make a point of going with her to see after her; and I never did it for Cynthia, when she was at school in France; and her bed-room is furnished just like Cynthias, and I let her wear my red shawl whenever she likesshe might have it oftener, if she would. I cant think what you mean, Miss Browning. I did not mean to offend you, but I meant just to give Molly a hint. She understands what I mean. |
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