Her mother's secretSouthworth, Emma Dorothy Eliza Nevitte
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Her mother's secret
Southworth, Emma Dorothy Eliza Nevitte
Fiction
"But, my dear Force, if you feel this so deeply, there need be no final
disappointment. Your fair daughter is very young. She may soon be able to
forget me in the attractive society of some other and more favored suitor.
As for me, I can go away; and though it is not likely that one of my age,
loving for the first time in my life, will ever be able to forget my love,
yet I hope I am man enough to bear my sorrow without complaint. Come, my
kind host, the case is really at your disposal," said the colonel, with an
air of frank generosity that would have deceived an angel.
"You are a noble fellow, Anglesea! A noble, open-minded fellow! I must
consider my daughter. I must consider my daughter! And I have no doubt
that this affair will end as you wish."
"You are really too good--too self-sacrificing! I, too, should consider
your dear daughter's welfare above all other interests. But, see here,
Force, in the event of my ever becoming the happy husband of your eldest
child, what should there be to hinder me from taking the family name? I am
the younger son of such a long line of younger sons that the marquisate
must be at least a hundred removes from me, or I from the marquisate,
whichever you like. So your cherished hope may yet be fulfilled in me."
"You are generous, Anglesea! I had not thought of such a concession from
you. I should not have presumed to suggest it."
"What possible concession would I not make in order not only to win the
daughter, but to satisfy the father?"
"Thank you, thank you, Anglesea! I will speak to you further on the
subject when I have conferred with my wife. There is my horse," he said,
glancing through the front window, "and I must be off now to meet my
engagement. Good-morning."
And Mr. Force warmly shook the hand of his guest, and left the room.
He paused in the front hall for a few moments, and seemed to fumble a good
deal with his overcoat, gloves and hat before he finally appeared on the
outside equipped for his journey.
Then he hastily threw himself into his saddle, and rode off, attended by
his mounted groom.
Col. Anglesea walked leisurely down to the stables, chose a horse to his
mind, ordered him to be saddled and brought up to the house, and then he
returned to prepare himself for a "constitutional" gallop along the
highroad.
Mrs. Force confined herself to her own room that day.
Odalite walked out into the woods, and then down to the seashore, followed
by her faithful companion, Joshua.
The two younger children remained shut up in the schoolroom with Miss
Meeke, diligently preparing for their home examination, that was to earn
for them, if satisfactorily passed, many Christmas premiums and a long
Christmas holiday.
And so the bright and kindly winter day passed.
When Col. Anglesea came home to dinner he found only Miss Meeke and the
two little girls in the dining room.
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