Joseph and His Friend: A Story of PennsylvaniaTaylor, Bayard
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Joseph and His Friend: A Story of Pennsylvania
Taylor, Bayard
Pennsylvania -- Fiction
She bent her head with a stately air as Joseph rose, walked past Julia,
and extended her hand, with the words,—
"Mr. Asten, I am glad to see you. Pray be seated."
When all had taken seats, she resumed: "Excuse me if I begin by asking a
question. You must consider that I have only known you through Julia,
and her description could not, under the circumstances, be very clear.
What is your age?"
"I shall be twenty-three next birthday," Joseph replied.
"Indeed! I am happy to hear it. You do not look more than nineteen. I
have reason to dread _very_ youthful attachments, and am therefore
reassured to know that you are fully a man and competent to test your
feelings. I trust that you _have_ so tested them. Again I say, excuse me
if the question seems to imply a want of confidence. A mother's anxiety,
you know—"
Julia clasped her hands and bent down her head.
"I am quite sure of myself," Joseph said, "and would try to make you as
sure, if I knew how to do it."
"If you were one of us,—of the city, I mean,—I should be able to judge
more promptly. It is many years since I have been outside of our own
select circle, and I am therefore not so competent as once to judge of
men in general. While I will never, without the most sufficient reason,
influence my daughters in their choice, it is my duty to tell you that
Julia is exceedingly susceptible on the side of her affections. A wound
_there_ would be incurable to her. We are alike in that; I know her
nature through my own."
Julia hid her face upon her mother's shoulder: Joseph was moved, and
vainly racked his brain for some form of assurance which might remove
the maternal anxiety.
"There," said Mrs. Blessing; "we will say no more about it now. Go and
bring your sister!"
"There are some other points, Mr. Asten," she continued, "which have no
doubt already occurred to your mind. Mr. Blessing will consult with you
in relation to them. I make it a rule never to trespass upon his field
of duty. As you were not positively expected to-day, he went to the
Custom-House as usual; but it will soon be time for him to return.
Official labors, you understand, cannot be postponed. If you have ever
served in a government capacity, you will appreciate his position. I
have sometimes wished that we had not become identified with political
life; but, on the other hand, there are compensations."
Joseph, impressed more by Mrs. Blessing's important manner than the
words she uttered, could only say, "I beg that my visit may not
interfere in any way with Mr. Blessing's duties."
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