A Search For A Secret: A Novel. Vol. 1Henty, G. A. (George Alfred)
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A Search For A Secret: A Novel. Vol. 1
Henty, G. A. (George Alfred)
Inheritance and succession -- Fiction; Mystery fiction
As time went on, and the dolls were given up, and we could no longer
believe in savages, and began to think romping and throwing stones
unladylike, although at times very pleasant, the summer-house became our
reading-room, and at last, after we had a governess, our schoolroom in
fine weather. This was not obtained without some opposition upon the
part of mamma, who considered it as an irregular sort of proceeding; but
we coaxed papa into putting in a good word for us, and then mamma, who
was only too glad to see us happy, gave in at once. We had but just gone
out, and after a look down at the river and the fish, and across at the
pretty country beyond, had opened our books with a little sigh of
regret, when we heard a footstep coming down the garden and to our
surprise found it was papa.
"Now girls," he said, "put on your things as quickly as you can. I am
going over to Mr. Harmer at Sturry, and will take you with me. First
though, we must ask mamma's leave. I have no doubt Miss Harrison here,
will be as glad of a holiday as you are."
Mamma, however, although she seldom opposed any of papa's plans for our
amusement, raised many objections. Indeed, I had for some time past
noticed that she did not like our visiting at Harmer Place. Upon this
occasion she was particularly averse to our going, and said that I "was
getting too old to associate with a person of such extraordinary
antecedents as----."
We did not hear who the person was, for papa broke in more sternly than
I had ever before heard him speak to mamma, and said that "he differed
from her entirely: for his part he could see no harm whatever in our
going, and that, at any rate until we were of an age to judge for
ourselves, no question of the sort could arise."
Mamma, directly she saw he was in earnest, said no more, and we set out
soon afterwards, with the understanding that we should most probably not
be back until evening.
Although neither Polly nor I ever made any remark to each other about
that conversation, we--or at least I can answer for myself--were not the
less astonished at it. It seemed perfectly inexplicable to me. What
objection could there be to our going to the Harmers? I was, as I have
said, past fourteen, and was beginning to think and reason about all
sorts of things, and this was a problem which I tried in vain for a long
time to solve to my satisfaction. How I pondered the matter over in
every light, but ever without success. Mamma had said it was a person.
Now, person generally means a woman, and the only women at Harmer Place
were the two Miss Harmers. Had it been a principle mamma objected to, I
could have understood it, for the Miss Harmers were bigoted Catholics.
Not that that would have made any difference with papa, who looked at
these matters with a very latitudinarian eye. "In my opinion," I have
heard him say, "the sect to which a man belongs makes but little
difference, if he does but do his best according to his belief."
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