“You were always envious of me,” she said; and with her complaisance
restored, and her pretty handkerchief in her hand, she made herself
comfortable on the sofa, waiting the summons to go downstairs.
Poor little Tommy was _affublé_, like the rest, with paramatta and
crape. He had a large sash of the latter material, which had the air of
a hump and two tails behind; and the paleness of the little Indian
child came out with double effect from this heavy framework. Verna’s
quick eye noticed this, and felt that much was to be made of Tommy. She
posed him at his mother’s knee, and contemplated the group, and felt
that no cruel trustee, no hard-hearted guardian, could stand against
them. When she reflected that the guardian was only Mr. Charles, she
felt triumphant. He certainly would never oppose her. And now the moment
of fate approached; soon it would be decided whether Verna, by Tommy’s
means, was to have it; or, if--
What a relief it would have been to her mind, had she known that the
estate was entailed, and that even Mr. Heriot’s will could do nothing
against that! but whether it is for want of education or not, certain it
is that women know very little about such matters; and Verna’s fine
intellect was hampered by her ignorance. She knew nothing about the laws
of entail, or whether a man could change them at his will and pleasure.
She felt that the possible gain was so great, that there must be some
evil possibility in the way, which would make an end of it. And this
sense of a tremendous decision about to be made, wound Verna up to the
highest pitch of excitement. She looked handsome, though she was not
regularly handsome--almost beautiful in her emotion; her eyes’ sparkled,
her colour was high, and the smile, which usually was too complacent,
was swept away from her face altogether, leaving only an animated
readiness to change in a moment from grave to gay, from calm to
triumphant. Her heart was beating under her new black gown as it had
never beat in her life before. She had not lived till now, it is true,
without some little movements of the heart--but none of them had at all
approached in interest to this.
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