Domestic fiction; England -- Social life and customs -- 19th century -- Fiction; Family -- England -- Fiction
In the first of his summer vacations Martyn joined a reading party, with
a tutor of the same calibre, and assured them that if they took up their
quarters in a farmhouse not many miles by the map from Beachharbour, they
would have access to unlimited services, with the extraordinary luxury of
a surpliced choir, and intercourse with congenial spirits, which to him
meant the Fordyces.
On arriving, however, the bay proved to be so rocky and dangerous that
there was no boating across it, as he had confidently expected. The farm
depended on a market town in the opposite direction, and though the
lights of Beachharbour could be seen at night, there was no way thither
except by a six-miles walk along a cliff path, with a considerable détour
in order to reach a bridge and cross the rapid river which was an element
of danger in the bay, on the north side of the promontory which sheltered
the harbour to the south.
So when Martyn started as pioneer on the morning before the others
arrived, he descended into Beachharbour later than he intended, but still
he was in time to meet Anne Fordyce, a tall, bright-faced girl of
fourteen, taking her after-lessons turn on the parade with a governess,
who looked amazed as the two met, holding out both hands to one another,
with eager joy and welcome.
It was not the same when Anne flew into the Vicarage with the rapturous
announcement, ‘Here’s Martyn!’ The vicar was gone to a clerical meeting,
and Mrs. Fordyce said nothing about staying to see him. The luncheon was
a necessity, but with quiet courtesy Martyn was made to understand that
he was regarded as practically out of reach, and ‘Oh, mamma, he could
come and sleep,’ was nipped in the utterance by ‘Martyn is busy with his
studies; we must not disturb him.’ This was a sufficient intimation that
Mrs. Fordyce did not intend to have the pupils dropping in on her
continually, and making her house their resort; and while Martyn was
digesting the rebuff, the governess carried Anne off to prepare for a
music lesson, and her mother gave no encouragement to lingering or
repeating the visit.
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