Miss Carew did not reply, being plainly at a loss to understand how
there could be any doubt about the matter. Alice went to the round
drawing-room, where she found Mr. Parker examining a trophy of Indian
armor, and presenting a back view of a short gentleman in a spruce blue
frock-coat. A new hat and pair of gloves were also visible as he stood
looking upward with his hands behind him. When he turned to greet Alice
lie displayed a face expressive of resolute self-esteem, with eyes whose
watery brightness, together with the bareness of his temples, from which
the hair was worn away, suggested late hours and either very studious
or very dissipated habits. He advanced confidently, pressed Alice’s hand
warmly for several seconds, and placed a chair for her, without noticing
the marked coldness with which she received his attentions.
“I was surprised, Alice,” he said, when he had seated himself opposite
to her, “to learn from Aunt Emily that you had come to live here without
consulting me. I--”
“Consult you!” she said, contemptuously, interrupting him. “I never
heard of such a thing! Why should I consult you as to my movements?”
“Well, I should not have used the word consult, particularly to such
an independent little lady as sweet Alice Goff. Still, I think you
might--merely as a matter of form, you know--have informed me of the
step you were taking. The relations that exist between us give me a
right to your confidence.”
“What relations, pray?”
“What relations!” he repeated, with reproachful emphasis.
“Yes. What relations?”
He rose, and addressed her with tender solemnity. “Alice,” he began; “I
have proposed to you at least six times--”
“And have I accepted you once?”
“Hear me to the end, Alice. I know that you have never explicitly
accepted me; but it has always been understood that my needy
circumstances were the only obstacle to our happiness. We--don’t
interrupt me, Alice; you little know what’s coming. That obstacle no
longer exists. I have been made second master at Sunbury College, with
three hundred and fifty pounds a year, a house, coals, and gas. In the
course of time I shall undoubtedly succeed to the head mastership--a
splendid position, worth eight hundred pounds a year. You are now free
from the troubles that have pressed so hard upon you since your father’s
death; and you can quit at once--now--instantly, your dependent position
here.”
“Thank you: I am very comfortable here. I am staying on a visit with
Miss Carew.”
Silence ensued; and he sat down slowly. Then she added, “I am
exceedingly glad that you have got something good at last. It must be a
great relief to your poor mother.”
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