Mistress and Maid: A Household StoryCraik, Dinah Maria Mulock
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Mistress and Maid: A Household Story
Craik, Dinah Maria Mulock
England -- Fiction; Household employees -- Fiction; Master and servant -- Fiction
And this might not, could not be a deliberate act. It must have been
committed under a sudden impulse, to be repented of for the rest of
his days. Nay, in the strange way in which our sins and mistakes are
made not only the whips to scourge us, but the sicknesses out of
which we often come--suffering and weak indeed, but yet relieved, and
fresh, and sound--who could tell but that this grave fault, this
actual guilt, the climax of so many lesser errors, might not work out
in the end Ascott's complete reformation?
So in the strange way in which, after a great shock, we begin to
revive a little, to hope against hope, to see a slender ray breaking
through the darkness, Hilary composed herself, at least so far as to
enable her to bid Elizabeth go down stairs, and she would be ready
directly.
"I think it is the best thing I can do--to go home at once," said
she.
"Certainly, my dear." replied Mr. Ascott, rather flattered by her
involuntary appeal, and by an inward consciousness of his own
exceeding generosity. "And pray don't disturb yourselves. Tell your
sister from me--your sister Selina, I mean--that I overlook every
thing, on condition that you keep him out of my sight, that young
blackguard!"
"Don't, don't!" cried Hilary, piteously.
"Well, I won't, though it's his right name--a fellow who could-- Look
you, Miss Hilary, when his father sent to me to beg ten pounds to
bury his mother with. I did bury her, and him also, a month after,
very respectably too, though he had no claim upon me, except that he
came from Stowbury. And I stood godfather to the child, and I've done
my duty by him. But mark my words, what's bred in the bone will come
in the flesh. He was born in a prison, and he'll die in a prison."
"God forbid!" said Hilary, solemnly. And again she felt the strong
conviction, that whatever his father had been, or his mother, of whom
they had heard nothing till she was dead, Ascott could not have lived
all these years of his childhood and early boyhood with his three
aunts at Stowbury without gaining at least some good, which might
counteract the hereditary evil; as such evil can be counteracted,
even as hereditary disease can be gradually removed by wholesome and
careful rearing in a new generation.
"Well, I'll not say any more," continued Peter Ascott: "only the
sooner the young fellow takes himself off the better. He'll only
plague you all. Now, can you send out for a cab for me?"
Hilary mechanically rang the bell, and gave the order.
"I'll take you to town with me if you like. It'll save you the
expense of the omnibus. I suppose you always travel by omnibus?"
Hilary answered something, she hardly knew what, except that it was a
declining of all these benevolent attentions. At last she got Mr.
Ascott outside the street door, and returning, put her hand to her
head with a moan.
"Oh, Miss Hilary, don't look like that."
"Elizabeth, do you know what has happened?"
"No."
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