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
Looking about to give the summons, Honor found that Owen had disappeared.
Unnoticed, and wearied by the agricultural dialogue, he had hailed nine
o'clock as the moment of release, and crept off with unobtrusive
obedience, which Honor doubly prized when she beheld his sister full of
eagerness, among cousins and gentlemen, at the racing game. Strongly
impelled to end it at once, Honor waited, however, till the little white
horseman had reached the goal, and just as challenges to a fresh race
were beginning, she came forward with her needful summons.
'Oh, Miss Charlecote, how cruel!' was the universal cry.
'We can't spare all the life of our game!' said Charles Charteris.
'I solemnly declare we weren't betting,' cried Horatia. 'Come, the first
evening--'
'No,' said Honor, smiling. 'I can't have her lying awake to be good for
nothing to-morrow, as she will do if you entertain her too much.'
'Another night, then, you promise,' said Charles.
'I promise nothing but to do my best to keep her fit to enjoy herself.
Come, Lucy.'
The habit of obedience was fixed, but not the habit of conquering
annoyance, and Lucilla went off doggedly. Honora would have accompanied
her to soothe away her troubles, but her cousin Ratia ran after her, and
Captain Charteris stood in the way, disposed to talk. 'Discipline,' he
said, approvingly.
'Harsh discipline, I fear, it seemed to her, poor child,' said Honor;
'but she is so excitable that I must try to keep her as quiet as
possible.'
'Right,' said the captain; 'I like to see a child a child still. You
must have had some tussles with that little spirit.'
'A few,' she said, smiling. 'She is a very good girl now, but it has
been rather a contrast with her brother.'
'Ha!' quoth the captain; and mindful of the milk-sop charge, Honora
eagerly continued, 'You will soon see what a spirit he has! He rides
very well, and is quite fearless. I have always wished him to be with
other boys, and there are some very nice ones near us--they think him a
capital cricketer, and you should see him run and vault.'
'He is an active-looking chap,' his uncle granted.
'Every one tells me he is quite able to make his way at school; I am only
anxious to know which public school you and your brother would prefer.'
'How old is he?'
'Only twelve last month, though you would take him for fifteen.'
'Twelve; then there would be just time to send him to Portsmouth, get him
prepared for a naval cadetship, then, when I go out with Sir David
Horfield, I could take him under my own eye, and make a man of him at
once.'
'Oh! Captain Charteris,' cried Honora, aghast, 'his whole bent is towards
his father's profession.'
The captain had very nearly whistled, unable to conceive any lad of
spirit preferring study.
'Whatever Miss Charlecote's wishes may be, Kit,' interposed the
diplomatic elder brother, 'we only desire to be guided by them.'
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