Courtship -- Fiction; Governesses -- Fiction; Young women -- Fiction
"Mercy on us," exclaimed Norris, as they made their appearance, "what in
the name of wonder have you been doing."
"Why getting a soaking don't you see," returned Isabel, much amused at
Norris's manner.
"Then you will just get to bed right away Miss Leicester, for I would
like to know how I am to answer to my Misses and Dr. Heathfield, if you
get the consumption through your nonsense, dear me, and you were looking
so well."
"But Norris, if I change these wet things surely that will do."
"You just get to bed, I say, for you are in my charge."
Everard laughed.
"Now Mr. Everard don't you be a interfering."
"Oh, certainly not."
"Now come along at once Miss Leicester, and I will get you some hot
gruel." Isabel did as she was bid, not wishing to vex Norris who had
been very kind, but she protested against the gruel, but in vain, Norris
made her swallow a large basin full, which to Isabel's intense disgust
had a plentiful supply of brandy in it. After this Norris consented to
hear the history of their adventures, which was told by the whole five
at once.
"The air of D---- seems to have done wonders," said Everard when Isabel
made her appearance at breakfast next morning looking quite her former
self.
"Yes indeed," returned Isabel with a pleasant smile, "how very stupid
you must have thought us yesterday, I can't imagine how we could have
been so foolish."
"I suppose that you were not aware that the reef would be covered as the
tide rose."
"Oh yes, we knew quite well."
"Well then, you were all awfully stupid, if you will excuse my saying
so," returned Everard, "I gave you credit Miss Leicester for more
prudence."
"You may well be surprised," Isabel answered coloring, "I am afraid when
Mrs. Arlington hears of it she will be of Lady Ashton's opinion, that I
am not fit to have charge of her daughters."
Emily laughed.
"Did she say that," said Everard, "it was very impertinent of her."
"She thinks herself a privileged person, you would be astonished I can
tell you if you heard all that she said."
"Do be quiet Emily," interrupted Isabel.
But Emily kept giving provoking little hints all breakfast time, and
even as they walked to church she let out little bits, until Isabel grew
almost angry. Everard admired the church exceedingly, "that is just such
a church as I would like," he said as they went home.
"Oh Everard," exclaimed Emily, "a little bit of a church like that."
"It is not so small," he returned.
"Oh well, I thought you were more ambitious, if I were a clergyman I
should wish to preach to a crowded assembly in a very large city church,
and make a sensation."
"Emily!"
"Oh don't look so grave."
"A man that would care about making a sensation, would not be fit to be
a clergyman."
"Oh Everard, I am sure it is only good clergymen that do make a
sensation."
"What do you call making a sensation?" he inquired.
"Why, to have every body saying what a splendid preacher, and praising
you up to the skies."
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