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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"A little bit of philosophy, Mary," said her mother, smiling; "and so I
suppose you consider the _unless_ an impossibility?"
"Indeed I do, mamma, so we will not talk about it;" and rising hastily
as if to strengthen her determination, she seated herself at the piano,
and commenced practising a somewhat difficult sonato of Beethoven's.
The weeks passed away, and the morning of the 15th of July dawned in
summer glory, giving a promise that for once St. Swithin would be
propitious. There was a strange sense of happiness in Mary's heart as
she entered the dining-room, and looked out upon the distant hills of
Highgate and Harrow, which appeared almost transparent beneath the
purple haze that rested upon them.
The source of Mary's happiness was a slight one, it is true, but it
augured better things, and was therefore tinted with the rainbow hues of
hope. She had driven her puny carriage to the station the evening before
to meet her father, who, having encountered Mr. Drummond on the
platform, invited him to take a seat in the carriage as far as the
Limes.
The offer was accepted, and Mr. Drummond, quite unaware that he was
touching on dangerous ground, remarked, as soon as the carriage
started--
"What a narrow escape from death that young man, Arthur Franklyn, has
had! but he is so much better to-day, that they are going to remove him
to the Isle of Wight on Tuesday or Wednesday. I am heartily glad of it,
for the sake of those poor motherless children."
"Yes, indeed, it would be a great burden and expense to their
grandfather to have to provide for four children, which I suppose he can
ill afford."
"I don't know that, Armstrong, even if their father was not in a
position to make provision for their maintenance. Of course it would add
to his expenses, but not beyond his means. What made you think
otherwise?"
"Oh!" replied Mr. Armstrong, who already began to regret having offered
his friend a lift, "well, schoolmasters are always poor as a rule, and
in some cases half-educated; but," he continued hastily, "Dr. Halford is
certainly an exception to the latter assumption."
"Schoolmasters in provincial towns and villages are not as a rule men of
education; it was especially so when we were boys," said Mr. Drummond,
firing a shot at a venture, which made Mr. Armstrong wince; "but my
friend Dr. Halford is also an exception to your first assertion. Why, he
gave his daughter 1000_l._ on her wedding-day, and I know it has cost
him nearly another thousand to educate his son for the Church."
"Was not that a waste of money, if he intended him to be a schoolmaster
as he now is?"
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