Governesses -- Fiction; Love stories; New England -- Fiction; Young women -- Fiction
She was very glad to see him, she said, asking in the same breath why he
had not been to the cottage, if she had not grown tall, and if he
thought her improved with living in a city?
“One question at a time, if you please,” he said, drawing her a little
more into the shadow of the hall, where they would be less observed by
any one passing through it.
Maddy did not wait for him to answer, so eager was she to unburden her
mind and know if she ought to keep the costly presents, at which she
knew he was looking.
“If he remembers his unpaid bill, he must consider me mighty mean,” she
thought; and then, with her usual frankness, she told him of the
perplexity, and asked his opinion.
“It would displease Mr. Guy very much if I were to give them back,” she
said; “but it is hardly right for me to accept them, is it?”
The doctor did not say she ought not to wear the ornaments, though he
longed to tear them from her arms and neck and throw them anywhere, he
cared not where, so they freed her wholly from Guy.
“They are very becoming,” he said. “You would not look as well without
them; so you had better wear them to-night, and to-morrow, if you will
grant me an interview, I will talk with you further.”
He said all this to gain the desired interview for which Guy was to
prepare her. That he had not done so he felt assured, but he could not
be angry with him, as he came smilingly toward them, asking if they had
talked privacy long enough, and glancing rather curiously at Maddy’s
face. There was nothing in its expression to disturb him, and, offering
her his arm, he led her back to the drawing-rooms, where Agnes was
smoothing down the folds of her dress, preparatory to receiving the
guests just descending the stairs. It was a brilliant scene which
Aikenside presented that night, and amid it all Agnes bore herself like
a queen; while Jessie, with her sunny face and flowing hair, came in for
a full share of attention. But amid the gay throng there was none so
fair or beautiful as Maddy, who deported herself with as much ease and
grace as if she had all her life been accustomed to just such occasions
as this. At a distance the doctor watched her, telling several who she
was, and once resenting, by both look and manner, a remark made by Maria
Cutler, to the effect that she was nobody but Mrs. Remington’s
governess, a poor girl whom Guy had taken a fancy to educate out of
charity.
“He seems very fond of his charity pupil, upon my word. He scarcely
leaves her neighborhood at all,” whispered old Mrs. Cutler, the mother
of Maria, who, Guy said, once fancied Dr. Holbrook, and who had no
particular objections to fancying him now, provided it could be
reciprocal.
But the doctor was only intent on Maddy, knowing always just where she
was standing, just who was talking to her, and just how far from her Guy
was. He knew, too, when the latter was urging her to sing; and, managing
to get nearer, heard her object that no one cared to hear her.
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