Inheritance and succession -- Fiction; Marriage -- Fiction
"Fool!" said the lady, when she had possessed herself of the
hen-pecked's secret, with a vixenish vinegar smile on her sallow lips,
"you should have done it the first night!"
The moral is obvious: the Persians say "Advice is useless to fools!"
Pringle did not kill the cat at once; hence his position.
The old campaigner sold out at Laburnum Cottage in another week or two,
and came with the young imp Mortimer, her Persian cats, and green
parrot, and all her multitudinous belongings, settling down like a swarm
of locusts on the devoted parsonage. Gone thenceforth were all its
tranquil joys.
After a time the Lucca-oil-like-suavity which had formerly distinguished
Lady Inskip in Pringle's mind, disappeared. She appeared now as the
concentrated essence of verjuice or tartaric acid, and ruled the whole
house with a rod of iron, becoming in truth the master of all. Poor
Lizzie's life was made a burden to her; and she was treated as if she
were a presumptuous intruder in her brother's house. The old campaigner
wrung her little heart with continual allusions to the "Young Squire,"
and said how glad she "would have been to get him, miss!" making bitter
comments on the way she said Lizzie had angled for Tom, and how he had
gone off now and left her. "Served her right, too," she ought not to be
"pining and whining and breaking her heart after a man who never cared
for her!" When, you may be sure, our little friend answered and stuck
up for her rights, whereupon the campaigner would go and complain to the
supposed head of the family, and declare that she could not stop in the
house with "that virago of a girl," and Pringle had to timidly urge that
he would not keep Lady Inskip against her will for the world. Then the
campaigner would commence with a stern philippic on ingratitude, and
wind up by bursting into tears and wishing she had never been born to
observe that particular day. Here Laura would interfere, Herbert
Pringle beg the pardon of his mamma-in-law, and all would be soothed
over for a time, and the campaigner would establish a fresh gap in the
trenches she was engineering for universal sovereignty.
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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