Domestic fiction; England -- Fiction; Mothers and sons -- Fiction; Religious fiction; Unmarried mothers -- Fiction
"I hardly understand, sir. You are displeased with Miss Bradshaw's
manners to Mr Farquhar."
"Well, well! not quite that; I am displeased with her manners--they
are sulky and abrupt, particularly when he is by--and I want you (of
whom she is so fond) to speak to her about it."
"But I have never had the opportunity of noticing them. Whenever I
have seen her, she has been most gentle and affectionate."
"But I think you do not hesitate to believe me, when I say that I
have noticed the reverse," said Mr Bradshaw, drawing himself up.
"No, sir. I beg your pardon if I have expressed myself so badly as to
seem to doubt. But am I to tell Miss Bradshaw that you have spoken
of her faults to me?" asked Ruth, a little astonished, and shrinking
more than ever from the proposed task.
"If you would allow me to finish what I have got to say, without
interruption, I could then tell you what I do wish."
"I beg your pardon, sir," said Ruth, gently.
"I wish you to join our circle occasionally in an evening; Mrs
Bradshaw shall send you an invitation when Mr Farquhar is likely
to be here. Warned by me, and, consequently, with your observation
quickened, you can hardly fail to notice instances of what I have
pointed out; and then I will trust to your own good sense" (Mr
Bradshaw bowed to her at this part of his sentence) "to find an
opportunity to remonstrate with her."
Ruth was beginning to speak, but he waved his hand for another minute
of silence.
"Only a minute, Mrs Denbigh. I am quite aware that, in requesting
your presence occasionally in the evening, I shall be trespassing
upon the time which is, in fact, your money; you may be assured that
I shall not forget this little circumstance, and you can explain what
I have said on this head to Benson and his sister."
"I am afraid I cannot do it," Ruth began; but while she was choosing
words delicate enough to express her reluctance to act as he wished,
he had almost bowed her out of the room; and thinking that she was
modest in her estimate of her qualifications for remonstrating with
his daughter, he added, blandly,
"No one so able, Mrs Denbigh. I have observed many qualities in
you--observed when, perhaps, you have little thought it."
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