Englefield Grange; or, Mary Armstrong's Troubles — John Shaqi
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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"Mamma, don't look so uncomfortable," she said; "of course you could not
be expected to know what would be the best means of showing our
gratitude to this stranger, for indeed we ought to be grateful----"
"I know it, my dear," said Mrs. St. Clair, whose pride had received a
severe blow; "and now what are we to do?"
"We have simply to adjourn to the drawing-room, ring the bell, and send
down our cards, with our compliments, and a request that Mr. Armstrong
will favour us with a visit."
This advice was at once acted upon, and in a few minutes Maria found
herself comfortably seated in an arm-chair in Mrs. Lake's pretty
drawing-room, while her mother and sister awaited the appearance of
their visitor in formal state on the sofa. Even to Maria, Edward
Armstrong was an entire stranger, for although she had modestly shrunk
from his earnest gaze at church on the previous Sunday, and had seen his
face twice on the day of the accident, it was still unknown to her.
They had not waited long when footsteps on the stairs announced his
approach; not alone, however, for as Mrs. Lake opened the door Edward
Armstrong entered, leading by the hand little Charlie Herbert.
"Your little son has paid me a visit this morning, Mrs. Herbert," he
said, as he bowed to the ladies who rose to welcome him, "and I have
brought him upstairs with me to place him safely in your care."
Mrs. Herbert gave him a grateful look as she placed a chair for their
guest. Then seating herself, she said--
"I hope Charlie has not been troublesome?"
"Not in the least," he replied; "indeed, his childish prattle has done
me good."
Mrs. St. Clair's surprise at the appearance of her visitor, who wore his
mourning suit, increased for a time the confusion of ideas produced by
the doctor's farewell speech. She was, however, a true English
gentlewoman, and before Edward could take the chair placed for him she
advanced, and holding out her hand, said with a warmth of manner not to
be mistaken for mere politeness--
"Mr. Armstrong, I have taken the liberty of asking you to visit us,
because I wish to join with my daughters in expressing my gratitude for
your kind and prompt energy yesterday, which saved the lives of my
daughter and little grandson. It is not possible to say all we feel on
the subject. I only hope you will believe in our sincere and grateful
appreciation."
"Madam," replied Edward, to whom all this was really painful, "I am only
too happy to remember that I was on the spot, and able to be of service
to you."
"A service we can never repay," said Mrs. Herbert; "but for your
exertions I should have lost my darling boy."
"And I," exclaimed a gentle voice, "should have lost my life, Mr.
Armstrong, but for you; my best thanks are but a poor return to offer
you."
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