England -- Social life and customs -- 19th century -- Fiction
was conquered. He gave up his living in gloomy despair. He would have
changed his name if he could, so desirous was he to obliterate all tie
between himself and the mongrel papist baronet and his Italian mother,
and all the succession of children and nurses who came to take
possession of the Hall soon after Mr. Hubert Galindo’s departure, stayed
there one winter, and then flitted back to Naples with gladness and
delight. Mr. and Mrs. Hubert Galindo lived in London. He had obtained a
curacy somewhere in the city. They would have been thankful now if Mr.
Mark Gibson had renewed his offer. No one could accuse him of mercenary
motives if he had done so. Because he did not come forward, as they
wished, they brought his silence up as a justification of what they had
previously attributed to him. I don’t know what Miss Galindo thought
herself; but Lady Ludlow has told me how she shrank from hearing her
parents abuse him. Lady Ludlow supposed that he was aware that they were
living in London. His father must have known the fact, and it was
curious if he had never named it to his son. Besides, the name was very
uncommon; and it was unlikely that it should never come across him, in
the advertisements of charity sermons which the new and rather eloquent
curate of Saint Mark’s East was asked to preach. All this time Lady
Ludlow never lost sight of them, for Miss Galindo’s sake. And when the
father and mother died, it was my lady who upheld Miss Galindo in her
determination not to apply for any provision to her cousin, the Italian
baronet, but rather to live upon the hundred a-year which had been
settled on her mother and the children of his son Hubert’s marriage by
the old grandfather, Sir Lawrence.
Mr. Mark Gibson had risen to some eminence as a barrister on the
Northern Circuit; but had died unmarried in the lifetime of his father,
a victim (so people said) to intemperance. Doctor Trevor, the physician
who had been called in to Mr. Gray and Harry Gregson, had married a
sister of his. And that was all my lady knew about the Gibson family.
But who was Bessy?
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