Em's husband : $b A sequel to "Em"Southworth, Emma Dorothy Eliza Nevitte
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Em's husband : $b A sequel to "Em"
Southworth, Emma Dorothy Eliza Nevitte
American fiction -- 19th century
John Palmer, followed by Em., entered the hall, which was of the type of
nearly all the halls in all the large old houses in the country, running
through the house, with a front door and back, a great staircase in the
midst and room doors on either side.
John and Em. sat down on a heavy oaken settee, while the man went off to
announce their arrival to his mistress.
“Em, this is a cold, hard, sterile place, and my heart sinks like lead,
my girl!” sighed honest John, looking about him.
“Why should it, father dear? Mine doesn’t. Don’t get blue, dear father.
Remember, Sunday is the Lord’s day, and every Saturday night you are to
send Tom for me or come yourself, and I will go home and stay till
Monday morning—two nights and a day with you, dear father,” said Em.
cheerfully.
“Yes, there is some comfort in that, and if it wasn’t for that I should
not have let you leave home to come here at all,” replied John, just as
the old servant reappeared and said:
“You is to come inter de back parlor and wait until de madam is ready to
see you. She will come down presently.”
Once more John and his daughter arose and followed their guide.
He conducted them down the hall, opened a door on the right hand and
showed them into a moderate-sized and plainly-furnished room with
oak-paneled walls and polished oak floor, and with a broad fireplace, on
which burned a fire of huge hickory logs. This fireplace was flanked by
two deep recesses, in one of which stood a carved oaken beaufet, full of
old china, and in the other stood a cabinet with glass doors, behind
which might be seen a collection of small curiosities from all quarters
of the world, brought by Commodore Bruce from his various voyages.
Two large easy chairs, covered with flowered chintz, were drawn up to
the fireplace, before which lay a rich Turkey rug.
John placed himself in one of these and Em. in the other.
She was busily employed in gazing at the old, old china in the beaufet
on her right and curiosities in the cabinet on her left when the door
opened and Mrs. Bruce sailed in.
“Sailed” is the only term to use in regard to the carriage of this lady,
so smooth and majestic was her motion.
“Ah, my dear, you are very punctual. I am glad to see you,” she said,
taking the hand of Em. and then nodding graciously to John, who arose
and bowed and remained standing while he said:
“Well, madam, I have brought my girl to you according to her promise. If
she should not happen to suit, just drop me a word by one of your grooms
and I’ll come and fetch her home with more pleasure than I have brought
her here.”
“Oh, I have no doubt in the world that she will suit me excellently
well,” said the lady, smiling at the bluntness of John and looking
kindly upon Em.
“I will try my best to please you, madam,” said the girl.
“I am not very hard to please, little one,” replied the lady.
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