Englefield Grange; or, Mary Armstrong's TroublesPaull, H. B., Mrs.
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Englefield Grange; or, Mary Armstrong's Troubles
Paull, H. B., Mrs.
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"I'll get Herbert to introduce me some day," he said to himself, "and
then ask the captain down to dinner here. If such a position were
offered to Mary, I do not suppose she would be fool enough to refuse,
especially if supported by my authority. She seems to have forgotten
that sentimental affair with the schoolmaster. I am very glad I settled
him so completely in my reply to his letter. Maria tells me they have
seen very little of the family since, excepting when the mother came for
the character of a servant. And I can trust Mary; and--yes--well, the
man himself; they are both above anything dishonourable."
Some such thoughts as these occupied the mind of Mr. Armstrong as he
mounted his horse and rode slowly to town on the second morning after
Mary's return to Lime Grove. How little he guessed that before they met
at dinner his power over his daughter would be weakened by a painful
discovery!
Mrs. Armstrong during the warm weather generally put off her walk till
about four o'clock. The doctor had recommended walking exercise; and her
husband to encourage this had delayed the purchase of an open carriage
for his wife. The arrangement suited his purpose, and he was not far
wrong in adhering to the old-fashioned opinion that walking is more
truly conducive to health than driving.
Mrs. Armstrong enjoyed the country walk with Mary on the afternoon of
which we write. The July day had been hot and sultry; but as they turned
their steps homeward a pleasant breeze sprung up which was very
exhilarating, and seemed to give Mrs. Armstrong additional strength.
As they passed Englefield Grange the schoolroom clock struck five, and
almost at the same moment Mary saw coming towards them in an opposite
direction an invalid chair, which she knew belonged to Mrs. Halford.
More than once Mary and her mother had met the poor lady, now so
completely a wreck of her former self, accompanied by Kate Marston, who
in the midst of the tenderest care of her aunt could still manage to
glance at the fair girl who had so fascinated her cousin Henry with
genuine admiration.
Hitherto a kind inquiry respecting Mrs. Halford's health had been
replied to by Kate with distant politeness; but to-day both mother and
daughter saw with troubled surprise, that instead of her usual
lady-friend, Mrs. Halford was accompanied by her son. Mrs. Armstrong
intended to bow and pass on, for she had not forgotten her husband's
angry remarks respecting the young man, nor her daughter's acknowledged
admiration of his acquirements and talents.
To her astonishment, as they drew nearer, she saw the invalid lean
forward and speak, and in a few moments the chair stopped, and Mrs.
Halford held out her hand to Mrs. Armstrong, but her palsied head shook
and her voice trembled as she said, "I am so glad to be able to speak to
you again, Mrs. Armstrong; I am better, but I have been terribly shaken,
as you can see."
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