Magnum Bonum; Or, Mother Carey's BroodYonge, Charlotte M. (Charlotte Mary)
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Magnum Bonum; Or, Mother Carey's Brood
Yonge, Charlotte M. (Charlotte Mary)
Domestic fiction; England -- Social life and customs -- 19th century -- Fiction; Religious fiction
Both Caroline and her eldest son were relieved by the first glance at
the man. He was small, and had much more of the Greek than of the
German in his aspect, with neat little features, keen dark eyes, and
no vulgarity in tone or appearance. His hands were delicate; there
was nothing of the “greasy foreigner” about him, but rather an air of
finesse, especially in his exquisitely trimmed little moustache and
pointed beard, and his voice and language were persuasive and fluent. It
might have been worse, was the prominent feeling, as she hastily said--
“Stand up, Mr. Hermann; I am not used to be spoken to in that manner.”
“Nor is it an ordinary occasion on which I address madame,” said her new
son-in-law, rising. “I am aware that I have transgressed many codes, but
my anxiety to secure my treasure must plead for me; and she assured me
that she might trust to the goodness of the best of mothers.”
“There is such a thing as abusing such goodness,” said Bobus.
“Sir,” said Hermann, “I understand that you have rights as eldest son,
but I await my sentence from the lips of madame herself.”
“No, he is not the eldest,” interrupted Janet. “This is Allen--Allen,
you were always good-natured. Cannot you say one friendly word?”
Something in the more childish, eager tone of Janet’s address softened
Allen, and he answered--
“It is for mother to decide on what terms we are to stand, Janet, and
strange as all this has been, I have no desire to be at enmity.”
Caroline had by this time been able to recover herself and spoke.
“Mr. Hermann can hardly expect a welcome in the family into which he
has entered so unexpectedly, and--and without any knowledge of his
antecedents. But what is done cannot be undone; I don’t want to be harsh
and unforgiving. I should like to understand all about everything, and
of course to be friends; as to the rest, it must depend on how they go
on, and a great deal besides.”
It was a lame and impotent conclusion, but it seemed to satisfy the
gentleman, who clasped her hand and kissed it with fervour, wrung that
of Allen, which was readily yielded, and would have done the same by
that of Bobus, if that youth had done more than accord very stiff cold
tips.
Immediately after, John said at the door--
“Aunt Caroline, my father is here. Will you see him?”
That was something to be got over at once, and she went to the Colonel,
who was very kind and pitiful to her, and spared her the “I told you
so.” He did not even reproach her with being too lenient, in not having
turned the pair at once out of her house; indeed, he was wise enough to
think the extremity of a quarrel ought to be avoided, but he undertook
to make every inquiry into Mr. Demetrius Hermann’s history, and observed
that she should be very cautious in pledging herself as to what she
would do for him, since she had, as he expressed it, the whip-hand of
him, since Janet was totally dependent upon her.
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