Married or single?, Vol. 2 (of 3)Croker, B. M. (Bithia Mary)
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Married or single?, Vol. 2 (of 3)
Croker, B. M. (Bithia Mary)
English fiction -- Irish authors
“Thank you so much, and I shall always be delighted to chaperon dear
Maddie at any time. A girl like her is in such a difficult position.
She is very young, you know, to go out without a married lady. Of
course, you are a host in yourself; but----”
“But Lady Rachel and Mrs. Lorraine take Maddie out, you know,” broke in
Mr. West, “and a girl can go anywhere with her father.”
“Now there, dear Mr. West, I differ with you totally--indeed I do.
A girl should have an older woman as well--a woman for choice who
has no young people of her own, who is well-connected, well-looking,
well-dressed, and who knows the ropes, as they say.” She was sketching
a portrait of herself. “And Madeline is so remarkably pretty, too,
the observed of all observers. I am so fond of her. She _is_ so
sweet. I almost feel as if she were my own daughter. Ah! I never had
a daughter!” (But she could have a step-daughter; and if she was once
established as Madeline’s friend and chaperon, the rest would be an
easy matter.)
“I am very sorry to have to leave Clane sooner than I expected; but
business is business. Business first, pleasure afterwards.”
“And you have given us all a great deal of pleasure. I don’t know such
a host anywhere; and it has been such a comfort to me to talk to you
about my hateful law business, and to tell you things unreservedly, and
consult you. My odious brother-in-law, Lord Suckington, never will
assist me, and I never seem to be out of the hands of my solicitors.
Ah, here is your horrid telegraph-boy waiting. May I go in and order
tea, and pour you out a cup?”
* * * * *
In ten days’ time the entire party had dispersed. Madeline and her
father travelled over to London. As the latter took leave of Mrs. Leech
at Mallow Junction, and saw her into the Cork train, that warm-hearted
lady, looking bewitching in a charming travelling-cloak and hat, leant
out of the window and whispered as she pressed his hand, “Good-bye, or,
rather, _au revoir_. Be _sure_ you write to me!”
And was it possible that he had seen a tear in her eye?
CHAPTER XXII.
MR. WYNNE’S VISITOR.
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