Frederica and her Guardians; Or, The Perils of OrphanhoodRobertson, Margaret M. (Margaret Murray)
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Frederica and her Guardians; Or, The Perils of Orphanhood
Robertson, Margaret M. (Margaret Murray)
Orphans -- Fiction
"There must be none of that, however," said Mr Vane, when Frederica
told him of Mrs Ascot's kindness. "It would suit her purpose, I
daresay, to make good her position here, and it would suit other
people's also; but it will not suit me; and she is not to be encouraged;
remember that, Fred."
Frederica opened her eyes in astonishment at her father's unwonted
warmth.
"It would not suit mama, if that is what you mean, papa--nor any of us.
We are very glad to part with her, and Mr St. Cyr does not like her at
all, I am sure."
"He may wish to make use of her, though he does not like her. But she
is not to be encouraged to come here."
"Very well, papa," said Frederica: but she by no means understood what
her father meant, nor did it matter much that she did not.
The girls saw the wedding after all. They went to the church in the
early morning, and saw madame in her fine dress and veil, and her
bridesmaids, who were much better suited to the office than they would
have been. Madame did not see them. They kept out of sight, and
watched the ceremony with great interest, rather pitying the
good-natured-looking bridegroom, and exchanging serious doubts as to his
chances of good times in madame's hands. The usual carriages drawn by
white horses awaited them at the door; and as they watched them driving
away, Tessie said,--
"There! she has really gone at last. I have been afraid all along that
Mr Precoe would repent, or that somebody would do something to put a
stop to it, and that we should have Prickly Polly back again. I should
like to dance and sing for thankfulness."
But Frederica had no thought of dancing and singing.
"There is always, some drawback," said she gravely. "If everything does
not go on well in the house,--dinners, and servants, and all that,--papa
will not be pleased."
"Oh, well! Why should they not go on well? You are so sensible, you
know," said Tessie, laughing. "You are equal to Mrs Ascot, surely."
"I mean to be good, and try to do everything right, and then all will go
well. That is what Miss Robina said to me--at least, she said I must
always try to do right, whatever happened. If one could always know
what is right!"
Tessie laughed.
"I wonder if it was right for us to come and see the last of Madame
Ascot, after what papa said."
"Oh! our coming in this way was quite different. We were not guests,
and she did not see us. And after the first moment I daresay papa did
not think about it."
"That is true. Papa does not mind about things."
"But he minds about his dinner, and about everything being right when
his friends come to the house, and all that; and perhaps he might mind
about our coming here too. I think I shall tell him that we were in the
church."
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