England -- Social life and customs -- Fiction; Villages -- Fiction
‘Oh, I thought that was how it must be!’ cried Mab, in a tone of
disgust. ‘Rank! I have no rank; and if it is this idea of recommending
me to Lady Portcullis, and getting her to take me to Court and all that,
which has brought Lord Will here---- Mother, let me speak; I am not a
little child. I want to judge for myself. I don’t wish it, you must all
know. I care not the least in the world for going to Court. I am quite
happy as I am--a country girl. Lord Will is very kind if he came about
that. I shall always remember it of him, that he is the only one of my
father’s family that has been kind; though why you should sit upon him
for it--for you were all sitting upon him--I’m sure I don’t know.’
‘I think I’d better go,’ said Lord Will, rising from his chair. ‘It’s
true they have been sitting upon me, though what for I can’t tell--any
more than I can tell why this’--he paused a little with the impulse to
say little girl, but thought better of it--‘this young lady should be
grateful to me; for I have done neither good nor harm that I know of.
But now I think I’d better go.’
‘Have I said anything wrong? Is it I that have broken up the talk?’
cried Mab in consternation, coming to her mother’s side.
‘Well,’ said the Rector cheerfully, ‘perhaps we can scarcely go on with
a business matter just now; but if Lord William Pakenham will do me the
pleasure to come to the Rectory, which is close by----’
‘I’m not a business man,’ said Lord Will. ‘Swinford, you brought me into
it, can’t you get me out of it?--and be hanged to you,’ he said in an
undertone.
‘I am afraid you have broken up the consultation, Mab: but perhaps it is
as well.’ Lady William held out her hand to the young man, who stood
dangling his cane, and eager to get away. ‘I think we must have
something to thank you for,’ she said, with a smile. ‘Of course, a piece
of business is not settled by a friendly visit. I shall hear, no doubt,
from the lawyers about what you have told me, or my brother will
communicate with them for me. Thank you for the information, and for
bringing it yourself. Good-bye.’
He had been standing ready to tell her, as he took his leave, with a
tone that might convey some of the suspicions that were in his mind,
that the lawyers would communicate with her further. But in taking the
words out of his mouth, Lady William took all the courage out of his
mind. He stared at her for a moment with those heavy blue eyes, which
she did not now think were so like Mab’s, and touched the hand she held
out with a cold momentary touch, as if he were afraid it might sting
him. Mab stood by looking on with an astonishment which slowly grew into
consternation, and which burst forth as her cousin made her a stiff and
slight bow.
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