Hopes and Fears: or, scenes from the life of a spinsterYonge, Charlotte M. (Charlotte Mary)
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Hopes and Fears: or, scenes from the life of a spinster
Yonge, Charlotte M. (Charlotte Mary)
England -- Social conditions -- 19th century -- Fiction; Single women -- Fiction
Every now and then, such outbreaks made Honor wonder why she let him
come, perhaps to tempt her children; but she remembered that he and
Humfrey had been fond of one another, and she felt drawn towards him,
though in all prudence she resolved to lessen the attractions of the Holt
by being very strict with all, and rather ungracious to him. Yet,
strange to say, the more regulations she made, and the more she flashed
out at his faults, the more constant was her visitor, the Robin who
seemed to thrive upon the veriest crumbs of good-nature.
Positively, Honora was sometimes amazed to find what a dragon she could
be upon occasion. Since she had been brought into subordination at six
or eight years old, she had never had occasion to find out that she had a
spirit of her own, till she found herself astonishing Jones and Brooks
for taking the liberty of having a deadly feud; making Brooks understand
that cows were not to be sold, nor promises made to tenants, without
reference to her; or showing a determined marauder that Humfrey's wood
was not to be preyed upon any more than in his own time. They were very
feminine explosions to be sure, but they had their effect, and Miss
Charlecote's was a real government.
The uproar with nurse came at last, through a chance discovery that she
had taken Owen to a certain forbidden house of gossip, where he had been
bribed to secrecy with bread and treacle.
Honora wrote to Mrs. Charteris for permission to dismiss the mischievous
woman, and obtained full consent, and the most complete expression of
confidence and gratitude. So there ensued a month, when every visit to
the nursery seemed to be spent in tears. Nurse was really very fond of
the children, and cried over them incessantly, only consoling herself by
auguring a brilliant future for them, when Master Owen should reign over
Hiltonbury, like the gentleman he was.
'But, nurse, Cousin Honor says I never shall--I'm to be a clergyman, like
papa. She says . . . '
Nurse winked knowingly at the housemaid. 'Yes, yes, my darling, no one
likes to hear who is to come after them. Don't you say nothing about it;
ain't becoming; but, by and by, see if it don't come so, and if my boy
ain't master here.'
'I wish I was, and then nursey would never go.'
However, nurse did go, and after some tears Owen was consoled by
promotion to the habits of an older boy.
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