Man-woman relationships -- Fiction; Mothers and daughters -- Fiction; Young women -- Fiction
It was curious to watch Edith as she came back to her home, with
something of humility and fear in her manner, as if she dreaded the
meeting of her old acquaintance now that they knew of the deception
which had been practised so long, and it was equally curious to see how
the colonel sustained and upheld her, and stood by her, and treated her
with a consideration and increased deference and tenderness which would
have precluded anything like coolness or indifference on the part of his
friends toward his wife had they felt disposed to manifest it, which
they were not. Edith was too popular; too much a favorite with all
classes at Hampstead for anything except positive wrong to make a
difference now; and the very first evening of her return many of her old
acquaintances came to see her and offer their congratulations for the
finding of her daughter, and that daughter Gertie.
How happy we were that night when Edith and Gertie sat together upon the
sofa, the daughter’s head resting upon the mother’s shoulder, and the
colonel and Godfrey standing behind and bending protectingly over them.
Even Julia, who had come with the party, was unusually gracious, and
told me confidentially that though she would have advised secrecy with
regard to Gertie’s father, she was tolerably well satisfied with matters
as they were, especially as Major Camden did not care, and she should
soon be away from it all.
The next day was Sunday, and Mr. Marks had no cause to complain of empty
pews, for every place was filled long before the bell sounded its last
note and the Schuyler carriage drew up before the door. It did not
matter that the villagers had seen Edith and Gertie and Godfrey hundreds
of times, there was about them now a new element of interest, and the
people came from other churches to see the wonderful sight. But they
were in part doomed to disappointment, for Gertie was still too weak to
venture out, while Godfrey would not go without her, and so, only Edith
was there, her beautiful head drooping a little, and her eyes cast
timidly down as she walked to her accustomed place and dropped upon her
knees, where she remained a long, long time, while all through the
church there was a solemn hush as the people watched her, many with
tearful eyes, and all with a feeling that they knew the nature of her
prayers and sympathized with her.
CHAPTER LXII.
THE WEDDING.
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