Mrs. Dorriman: A Novel. Volume 1 of 3Chetwynd, Henry Wayland, Mrs.
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Mrs. Dorriman: A Novel. Volume 1 of 3
Chetwynd, Henry Wayland, Mrs.
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All unconscious of his softened feelings towards her, poor Mrs.
Dorriman, in the meantime, was cruelly troubled and perplexed. What she
was to do about poor Jean, she did not know. Inchbrae was not her home,
she had followed her mistress from the old place thither; besides, what
comfort could there be in seeing strange faces and strange people there?
It was Jean herself who cut the Gordian knot and brought things to a
climax.
She was much too high-spirited a woman to remain one moment anywhere as
an unwelcome guest, and she determined that she would herself seek Mr.
Sandford and say a word of gratitude to him for the shelter he had given
her, and, if she found him "quiet," she intended pleading her own cause;
a cause which, if hers, was also Mrs. Dorriman's. Jean had that strong
belief in herself which is the mainspring of many a brave action. She
was, above and beyond this, a woman whose prayers went up with a faith
which was beautiful and pure. Though religious phrases were more in her
heart than on her lips, every action of her life was in a great degree
guided by this great and secret strength. She was single-minded, full of
prejudices, and had a keen sense of humour, seeing much to amuse her in
ordinary things. She was passionately devoted to Mrs. Dorriman, and
though she was too proud of her, in a right way, to allow it to any one,
she knew that she required some one near her to befriend her--that, to
use her own expression about many another person, she "gave in" too
easily.
It was the very day Mr. Drayton was expected. Mr. Sandford, who was
ruffled about some trifle, made an unusual fuss about something at
breakfast which was not well done, and sent it out with orders that it
was to be made over again.
Mrs. Chalmers, already making much of that something extra which falls
heavily where all is as a rule on a simple footing--lost her temper:
and, with all the delight of being able to reach the man whose
uncomplimentary remarks about her performances were so frequently gall
and wormwood to her, declared she would go there and then and would do
nothing more for the household. She arrayed herself in her bonnet and
shawl, and sat firmly upon her box, hoping and indeed expecting that she
would be asked to stay--at any rate for that day--in view of the
expected visitor, and fully resolved upon obtaining concessions if she
did remain.
But Mr. Sandford, with all the ignorance of a man who had never been
obliged to think of details, never for one instant thought about the
dinner, took her at her word, and insisted on her going there and then.
Mrs. Dorriman's dismay first taught him that he had acted hastily, and
annoyed and worried by the whole affair he went off to his own room.
He was trying to forget it all, and was turning over some papers, when
a loud knock, evidently given by a determined hand, came to disturb him.
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