Kit and Kitty: A Story of West MiddlesexBlackmore, R. D. (Richard Doddridge)
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Kit and Kitty: A Story of West Middlesex
Blackmore, R. D. (Richard Doddridge)
Middlesex (England) -- Fiction
“I am always at the service of the ladies, however busy I may be.” My
uncle’s answer was truly polite, but not so true in other points. “The
spring will be very late, and therefore summer will find us all behind.
I mean, if we get any summer at all.”
“It is quite as likely that we shall not, and that makes it unwise
of us to be in any hurry. Mr. Orchardson, you have a special gift of
never being in a hurry. We women always envy that way of taking things,
because we cannot hope to attain to it. You know what we are, don’t
you?”
“All that is delightful, ma’am; so far as I have had any opportunity
of learning. And all that is reasonable, whenever there is nothing
particular to interfere with it. I assure you that I have the highest
respect for—for the way that you generally go on.”
“You pay me a very high compliment, sir, and I wish that we all
deserved it. But I am sure you will admit that I am reason itself, in
asking you one or two little questions. There was a little money that
fell in, as a sort of windfall, or whatever you call it, to my niece,
the mother of this unlucky Kit. I scarcely know what the exact sum was,
though of course I could easily find out. But it must have been about
two thousand pounds. I believe that it came into your possession as his
next of kin, but in trust for him of course. And I conclude that as he
has long been of age, you have handed it over to Kit himself.”
“Not I, ma’am;” cried my uncle, who was as honest as the day. “That
would have been the worst thing that I could do. I have told him of it
several times, and strongly recommended him to let me apply it for his
benefit. Kit is a sensible and upright fellow, and he knows when he
is in good hands, that he does; and he is capable of managing his own
affairs, without anybody’s interference.”
“Without even his uncle’s?” asked Miss Parslow, with a smile.
“Yes, ma’am; and without even his great-aunt’s,” Mr. Orchardson
answered, with a frown.
“I have no doubt that you have acted for the best;” the lady returned,
for she wished to do no harm, and saw that it would cost me more than
two thousand pounds to have Uncle Corny set against me. “And it is the
best thing that could have happened to him, to come into his capital
when he wants it, without having had a chance of making any hole in
it. I dare say he has not the least idea what it is. It will be a nice
little nest egg, when he wants a nest.”
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