Strange servants now came thronging round, with an obsequiousness so
long unknown that it quite disgusted me. No familiar face among them,
none whom I could bring myself to ask how my guardian was. But from
their servility to me I concluded that his time was short.
"Will you step into the small drawing-room, if you be so kind, Miss?
There is a good fire there, Miss, and a lady waiting for you."
"Thank you. Take my things to my own little room, if you please; that
is, if you know which room was called mine."
"Tilly knows, Miss. I’ll run and fetch Tilly," cried the officious Bob.
"If Matilda Jenkins is still here, let her answer my bell as long as I
remain."
And therewith I was shown into the room where the lady was expecting me.
She sat with her back to the door, and I could only see that she was
richly attired in full evening dress. There was a powerful smell of
vinegar in the room, and two pastiles were burning. As I walked round
the table she rose with some reluctance, and I confronted Mrs. Daldy.
CHAPTER XVI.
We stood for a moment, examining each other. She was fattening nicely
on what she called "holy converse and spiritual outpourings at
Cheltenham." She rushed forward with great enthusiasm.
"Why, Clara, darling, is it possible? Can this be you--so grown, and
improved in every way? I never should have known you, I do declare!
Why, you have quite a brilliant colour, and your eyes, and your hair--oh
dear, how proud your sweet mother would have been! You lovely creature,
I must have a kiss! What, not even your pretty hand?"
"No, Mrs. Daldy; never more my hand to a person who dared to insult my
father. Me you might have insulted a thousand times, and I would have
forgiven you."
"Come now, let bygones be bygones, that’s a dear. Oh for a little more
of the essence of Christianity! Let us stoop to the hem of the garment
of the meek and lowly"--I will not write the sacred name she used--"let
us poor grovelling fellow-sinners--"
"Don’t couple me with yourself, I beg." I was losing my temper, and she
saw her advantage.
"Not even as a sinner, dear? I thought in my humility that we all were
sinners."
"So we are; but not all hypocrites."
She kept her temper wonderfully, in all except her eyes.
"Ah, you impetuous young people cannot understand the chastened lowly
heart, which nothing but heavy trials and the grace of God produce. You
know, Clara, you never could."
This last truth was put in the form of an exclamation, and in such a
different tone from the rest, moreover it was so true, that I could
hardly help smiling.
"Since last I saw you, I have been tried severely and chastised most
heavily. I bow to the rod. All works together for our spiritual good.
Until that blessed day, when all the sheaves--"
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