Young women -- Conduct of life -- Juvenile fiction
"Tut, tut!" said Peggy pleasantly. She looked at the three scowling,
embarrassed faces, and the mocking light danced back into her eyes. "So
they were all anxious to have me, were they? How nice! I'm gratified
to hear it. Is there any little thing I can do for your honourable self
now, Mr Darcy, before I dress for dinner?"
Robert looked across the room at Mellicent with an expression which made
that young person tremble in her shoes.
"All right, young lady, I'll remember you!" he said quietly. "I've
warned you before about repeating conversations. Now you'll see what
happens. I'll cure you of that little habit, my dear, as sure as my
name is Robert Darcy--"
"The Honourable Robert Darcy!" murmured a silvery voice from the other
side of the fireplace. Robert turned his head sharply, but Peggy was
gazing into the coals with an air of lamb-like innocence, and he
subsided into himself with a grunt of displeasure.
The next day Mrs Saville came to lunch, and spent the afternoon at the
vicarage. As Maxwell had said, she was a beautiful woman; tall, fair,
and elegant, and looking a very fashionable lady when contrasted with
Mrs Asplin in her well-worn serge, but her face was sad and anxious in
expression. Esther noticed that her eyes filled with tears more than
once as she looked round the table at the husband and wife and the three
tall, well-grown children; and when the two ladies were alone in the
drawing-room she broke into helpless sobbings.
"Oh, how happy you are! How I envy you! Husband, children,--all beside
you. Oh, never, never let one of your girls marry a man who lives
abroad. My heart is torn in two; I have no rest. I am always longing
for the one who is not there. I must go back,--the major needs me; but
my Peggy,--my own little girl! It is like death to leave her behind!"
Mrs Asplin put her arms round the tall figure, and rocked her gently to
and fro.
"I know! I know!" she said brokenly. "I _ache_ for you, dear; but I
understand! I have parted with a child of my own--not for a few years,
but for ever, till we meet again in God's heaven. I'll help you every
way I can. I'll watch her night and day; I'll coddle her when she's
ill; I'll try to make her a good woman. I'll _love_ her, dear, and she
shall be my own special charge. I'll be a second mother to her."
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