Domestic fiction; England -- Social life and customs -- 19th century -- Fiction; Family -- England -- Fiction
CLARENCE would not tell me his purpose, he said, till he had considered
it more fully; nor could we have much conversation on the way home, as my
mother had arranged that we should bring an old friend of hers back with
us to pay her a visit. So I had to sit inside and make myself agreeable
to Mrs. Wrightson, while Clarence had plenty of leisure for meditation
outside on the box seat. The good lady said much on the desirableness of
marriage for Clarence, and the comfort it would be to my mother to see
Emily settled.
We had heard much in town of railway shares; and the fortunes of Hudson,
the railway king, were under discussion. I suspected Clarence of
cogitating the using his capital in this manner; and hoped that when he
saw his way, he might not think it dishonourable to come into further
contact with Anne, and reveal his hopes. He allowed that he was
considering of such investments, but would not say any more.
My mother and Emily had, in the meantime, been escorted home by Martyn.
The first thing Clarence did was to bespeak Emily’s company in a turn in
the garden. What passed then I never knew nor guessed for years after.
He consulted her whether, in case he were absent from England for five,
seven, or ten years, she would be equal to the care of my mother and me.
Martyn, when ordained, would have duties elsewhere, and could only be
reckoned upon in emergencies. My mother, though vigorous and practical,
had shown symptoms of gout, and if she were ill, I could hardly have done
much for her; and on the other hand, though my health and powers of
moving were at their best, and I was capable of the headwork of the
estate, I was scarcely fit to be the representative member of the family.
Moreover, these good creatures took into consideration that poor mamma
and I would have been rather at a loss as each other’s sole companions.
I could sort shades for her Berlin work, and even solve problems of
intricate knitting, and I could read to her in the evening; but I could
not trot after her to her garden, poultry-yard, and cottages; nor could
she enter into the pursuits that Emily had shared with me for so many
years. Our connecting link, that dear sister, knew how sorely she would
be missed, and she told Clarence that she felt fully competent to
undertake, conjointly with us, all that would be incumbent on Chantry
House, if he really wanted to be absent. For the rest, Clarence believed
my mother would be the happier for being left regent over the estate; and
his scheme broke upon me that very forenoon, when my mother and he were
settling some executor’s business together, and he told her that Mr.
Castleford wished him to go out to Hong Kong, which was then newly ceded
to the English, and where the firm wished to establish a house of
business.
‘You can’t think of it,’ she exclaimed, and the sound fell like a knell
on my ears.
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