He that will not when he may; vol. IIOliphant, Mrs. (Margaret)
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He that will not when he may; vol. II
Oliphant, Mrs. (Margaret)
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“Miss Isabel,” cried Brown, taking her aside. There was something
important even in the fact of being taken aside to be expostulated with
by Brown. “We don’t know nothing about the gentleman, miss,” said Brown.
“I don’t doubt that it is all right--still he mightn’t be what he
appears to be; and as it is me that is responsible to Sir William----”
“You need not trouble yourself about that, Brown,” said Bell, promptly.
“Mamma said I was to have the charge of everything. I shall take him in
and show him the pictures and things. I will tell papa that it was me.
But Brown,” she added in an undertone, certain doubts coming over her,
“don’t go away; come with us all the same. Marie might be frightened; I
should like you to come all the same.”
Meantime the stranger had turned to Marie.
“Where do you come in the family?” he said. “Are there any younger than
you?”
“No,” said Marie, hanging her head. She was the shy one of the family.
She gave little glances at him sidelong, from under her eyelids; but
edged a little further off when he spoke.
“Are you afraid? Do you think I would do you any harm?” said the little
gentleman. “It is quite the other way. Do you know I have brought some
sweetmeats over the sea, I can’t tell you how far, expressly for you.”
“For me!” Marie was fairly roused out of her apathy. “But you didn’t
know even our names till you came here.”
“Ah! there’s no telling how much I knew,” said the stranger with a
smile.
He had risen up, and he was not very formidable. Though he was not
handsome, the smile on his face made it quite pleasant. And to have
sweetmeats brought, as he said, all that way, expressly for _you_, was a
very ingratiating circumstance. Marie tried to whisper this wonderful
piece of information to Bell when her interview with Brown was over. But
Bell had returned to all her dignity of (temporary) head of the house.
“If you will follow me,” she said, trying to look, her sister said
afterwards, as if she were in long dresses, and putting on an air of
portentous importance, “we will take you to see the house. Brown, you
can come with us and open the doors.”
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