England -- Social life and customs -- Fiction; Villages -- Fiction
‘Failed you for a moment,’ he said, indulgently patting her on the
shoulder. For to be a man with a wife and daughters of his own he was
very fond of his sister; and he was also agreeably excited by the sight
of the second Lord William, actually one of the Portcullis family,
Mab’s own cousin, about whom the ladies of the Rectory, when they heard,
would be so deeply excited. Mr. Plowden was anxious to convey that
wonderful intelligence to them as quickly as was possible. ‘Well, my
dear Emily,’ he said, ‘I must go. I have no doubt you’ve been a good
deal excited this morning, and I should advise you to lie down and rest
a little. And to-morrow--well, no, perhaps not to-morrow, for now I
remember, I have some churchings and various other things to attend to,
but the very first free day I have----’
She put her hands together beseechingly. ‘Oh, go at once--don’t keep me
in this suspense.’
‘My dear girl! you are frightening yourself in the most absurd way.
After to-morrow, the very earliest minute that I can get away.’
Lady William did not lie down and rest when her brother left her, but
she went upstairs and took refuge in her own room, very thankful that
Mab had returned to her gardening. That Mab was an heiress and that ‘the
family’ were seeking her acquaintance was the news Mr. Plowden longed to
tell. But Mab’s mother was filled with another thought. If it could be
that the search should fail! She believed more in failure than success
with her experience. If it should fail, if there should fall upon Mab
any cloud, any shadow of possible shame! She wrung her hands till they
hurt her, but her heart was wrung more sorely still. It was a view she
had not thought of before. Shame for herself would be bad enough. But
for Mab! And even the possibility that Mab should turn astonished eyes
upon her, should ask even with those eyes alone a question--should have
such a thought suggested even for a moment, to her mind! Lady William
had borne many miseries in her not yet very long life, but in that there
would be the crown of all.
XXXIII
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