Guardian and ward -- Fiction; Inheritance and succession -- Fiction; Love stories
"It's a long time since I was up at five in the morning," said Garstang,
cheerily. "Hah! a capital fire soon. Becky is very clever at laying
fires. You will find her and her mother rather quaint, but they are
devoted to me. Excellent servants. I never see anyone else's house so
clean. There, I shall not be long."
He smiled at her pleasantly, and left the room, while, as the door
closed, and the heavy folds of the portiere dropped down, Kate sank back
in her chair, and the tears which had been gathering for hours fell
fast. Then she drew herself up with a sigh, and hastily wiped her eyes,
as if relieved and prepared to meet this new change of fate.
Garstang's few minutes proved to be nearly a quarter of an hour, during
which, after a glance or two round the room, Kate sat thinking, with her
ideas setting first in one direction, then ebbing in the other, the
feeling that she had done wrong predominating; but her new guardian's
reappearance changed their course again, and she could feel nothing but
gratitude to one whose every thought seemed to be to make her position
bearable.
"I could not be cross with them," he said, as he entered; "but it is an
astonishing thing how people who have neither worry nor trouble in the
world can sleep. Now those two have nothing on their minds but the care
of this house, which came to me through an old client, and in which I
very seldom live! and I believe they pass half their time drowsing
through existence. If the truth were known, they were in bed by nine
o'clock last night, and they were so soundly asleep that the place might
have been burned down without their waking."
"It seems a shame to disturb them," said Kate, with a faint smile.
"What? Not at all, my child. Do them good; they want rousing out of
their lethargy. I have told them to prepare a bedroom for you, and I
should advise you to retire as soon as they say it is ready. There is
no fear of damp, for the rooms are constantly having fires in them, and
Sarah Plant is most trustworthy. Go and have a good long sleep, and
some time in the afternoon we will have a discussion on ways and means.
You will have to go shopping, and I shall have to play guardian and
carry the parcels. By the way, you will want some money. Have you
any?"
"I have a few pounds, Mr Garstang."
"Perhaps that will do for the present; if not, please bear in mind that
you have unlimited credit with your banker. I am that banker till you
can declare yourself independent, so have no compunction whatever about
asking for what you need Is there anything more that I can do for you?"
"No, Mr Garstang; only to contrive a way of getting Eliza here."
"Oh, yes, of course, I will not forget that; but we must be careful. We
don't want any more quarrelling. It is bad for you, and it upsets me.
Ah, they're ready."
For at that moment there was a soft tapping at the door.
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