Nuttie's FatherYonge, Charlotte M. (Charlotte Mary)
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Nuttie's Father
Yonge, Charlotte M. (Charlotte Mary)
England -- Social life and customs -- 19th century -- Fiction
Mark had to work off his anxiety by an inspection of the scene of the
disaster and a circumstantial explanation of the details to the young
Delmars, who crowded round him and Mr. Godfrey, half awed, half
delighted, and indeed the youngest--a considerable tomboy--had nearly
given the latter the opportunity of becoming a double hero by tumbling
through the broken rail, but he caught her in time, and she only
incurred from Sir John such a scolding as a great fright will produce
from the easiest of fathers.
Afterwards Mark put Gerard on the way to his brother-in-law's living,
asking him on the road so many questions about the umbrella business
that the youth was not quite sure how to take it, and doubted whether
the young swell supposed that he could talk of nothing else; but his
petulance was mitigated when he was asked, 'Supposing a person wished
to enter the business, to whom should he apply?'
'Do you know any one who wishes for anything of the kind?' he asked.
'Are you making inquiries for any one?' and on a hesitating
affirmation, 'Because I know there is an opening for a man with capital
just at present. Dutton won't advertise--'tis so risky; and he wants
some knowledge of a person's antecedents, and whether he is likely to
go into it in a liberal, gentlemanly spirit, with good principles, you
see, such as would not upset all we are doing for the hands.'
'What amount of capital do you mean?'
'Oh, from five hundred to a thousand! Or more would not come amiss. If
I only had it! What it would be to conduct an affair like that on true
principles! But luck is against me every way.'
Mark was at the sitting-room door as the four quarters began to strike
in preparation for eleven, but Lady Ronnisglen had been in her chair
for nearly half-an-hour, having been rapid and nervous enough to hurry
even the imperturbable maid, whom Annaple thought incapable of being
hastened. She was a little slight woman, with delicate features and
pale complexion, such as time deals with gently, and her once yellow
hair now softened with silver was turned back in bands beneath the
simple net cap that suited her so well. There was a soft yet sparkling
look about her as she held out her hands and exclaimed, 'Ah, Master
Mark, what mischief have you been doing?'
Mark came and knelt on one knee beside her and said: 'Will you let me
work for you both, Lady Ronnisglen? I will do my best to find some.'
'Ah! that is the point, my dear boy. I should have asked and wished
for definite work, if you had come to me before that discovery of
yours; and now it is a mere matter of necessity.'
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