Domestic fiction; England -- Social life and customs -- 19th century -- Fiction; Family -- England -- Fiction
There was no difficulty as to money matters. In truth, Martyn was not so
good a match as an heiress, such as was Anne Fordyce, might have aspired
to, and her Lester kin were sure to be shocked; but even if Clarence
married, the Earlscombe living went for something (though, by the bye, he
has never held it), and the Fordyces only cared that there should be easy
circumstances. The living of Hillside would be resigned in favour of
Martyn in the spring, and meantime he would gain more experience at
Beachharbour, and this would break the separation to the Fordyces.
After all, however, theirs was not to be our first wedding. I have said
little of Emily. The fact was, that after that week of Clarence’s
danger, we said she lived in a kind of dream. She fulfilled all that was
wanted of her, nursing Clarence, waiting on me, ordering dinner, making
the tea, and so forth; but it was quite evident that life began for her
on the Saturdays, when Lawrence came down, and ended on the Mondays, when
he went away. If, in the meantime, she sat down to work, she went off
into a trance; if she was sent out for fresh air, she walked quarter-deck
on the esplanade, neither seeing nor hearing anything, we averred, but
some imaginary Lawrence Frith.
If she had any drawback, good girl, it was the idea of deserting me; but
then, as I could honestly tell her, nobody need fear for my happiness,
since Clarence was given back to me. And she believed, and was ready to
go to China with her Lawrence.
CHAPTER XLVIII.
THE LAST DISCOVERY.
‘Grief will be joy if on its edge
Fall soft that holiest ray,
Joy will be grief, if no faint pledge
Be there of heavenly day.’
KEBLE.
WE did not move from Beachharbour till September, and by that time it had
been decided that Chantry House itself should be given up to the new
scheme. It was too large for us, and Clarence had never lived there
enough to have any strong home feeling for it; but he rather connected it
with disquiet and distress, and had a longing to make actual restitution
thereof, instead of only giving an equivalent, as he did in the case of
the farms. Our feelings about the desecrated chapel were also
considerably changed from the days when we regarded it merely as a
picturesque ruin, and it was to be at once restored both for the benefit
of the orphanage, and for that of the neighbouring households. For
ourselves, a cottage was to be built, suited to our idiosyncrasies; but
that could wait till after the yacht voyage, which we were to make
together for the winter.
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