Children's stories; Christian life -- Juvenile fiction; Christmas -- Juvenile fiction
Before we left the court, Mr. Fisher came up to Stephen and said,
"Surely we have met before. Are you not a younger brother of my old
schoolfellow, Sir Vernon Hastings?"
Stephen clasped the offered hand, and told Mr. Fisher that he
recognised him at first sight, but would not claim acquaintance with
him, lest by doing so he should furnish food for gossip.
"If what I hear is correct, the Overford folk will now have a
pleasanter topic to occupy them."
"Yes," replied Stephen, "we may now look forward to a double wedding.
We all owe you a debt of gratitude for the manner in which you have
used your influence on behalf of Norman."
"I am glad I could recommend the course that has been adopted, because
no one here could doubt Mr. Savell's innocence of any evil design in
what he did."
Stephen would fain have persuaded Mr. Fisher to come to King's Court
for Christmas, but this could not be. Duty called him in another
direction. He did come, though, for the 14th of January, and met his
friend Sir Vernon, and several other members of the Hastings family,
for "they were many."
It was a very happy gathering, with only one subject of regret in
connection with it. I, Bertha Savell, just transformed into Mrs.
Stephen Hastings, would have to say a long farewell to my only brother
and my old home. This thought would come, and it made the only cloud
amid so much brightness.
Sir Vernon alluded to it regretfully.
"Though Stephen has done so well, and gained a really wonderful
position to start with, I wish we could keep him and his wife in
England. I am new to the estates, and have but little loose capital."
"Because you have spent what you had in helping on a troop of younger
brothers," said Stephen.
"Hush! Dear boy. Am I not in the father's place? I would not have you
without work to do, but if it could have been here instead of in India!"
"Do not suppose that Bertha will be quite a dowerless bride," said
Norman. "Uncle Bernard might declare that he would give her no share
in his wealth, but he knew in whose hands he left her. Berty has
always refused to talk of money, and Aunt Bella has made no sign, but
immediately after my uncle's death, I set aside ten thousand pounds,
and caused the money to be invested in my sister's name. That is hers
absolutely."
I tried to interrupt Norman, but he insisted that this act of his was
the barest justice, and that he hoped Stephen would see his way to give
up the Indian appointment after all, for, with our united means, we
could make a fair start in England.
But Stephen had his share of pride, and insisted that he would not
permit my little dowry to be the staff on which he would lean.
We had visited the quaint iron safe in the early morning, and I had
duly taken therefrom the jewels which made up Uncle Bernard's wedding
gift.
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