Tales and Novels — Volume 03: BelindaEdgeworth, Maria
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Tales and Novels — Volume 03: Belinda
Edgeworth, Maria
Courtship -- Fiction; London (England) -- Fiction; Young women -- Fiction
“Sensibility,” said he to himself, “is the parent of great talents
and great virtues; and evidently she possesses natural feeling in
an uncommon degree: it shall be developed with skill, patience, and
delicacy; and I will deserve before I claim my reward.”
The next day he returned to the cottage, accompanied by an elderly lady,
a Mrs. Ormond; the same lady who afterward, to Marriott’s prejudiced
eyes, had appeared _more like a dragon than any thing else_, but who, to
this simple, unsuspicious girl, seemed like what she really was, a truly
good-natured, benevolent woman. She consented, most readily, to put
herself under the protection of Mrs. Ormond, “provided Mrs. Smith would
give her leave.” There was no difficulty in persuading Mrs. Smith that
it was for her advantage. Mrs. Smith, who was a plain farmer’s wife,
told all that she knew of Rachel’s history; but all that she knew was
little. She had heard only hints at odd times from the old woman: these
agreed perfectly with what Mr. Hervey had already heard.
“The _old gentlewoman_,” said Mrs. Smith, “as I believe I should call
her by rights, has lived in the forest there, where you found her,
these many a year--she earned her subsistence by tending bees and making
rose-water--she was a good soul, but very particular, especially about
her grand-daughter, which, considering all things, one cannot blame her
for. She often told me she would never put Rachel to a boarding-school,
which I approved, seeing she had no fortune; and it is the ruin of
girls, to my mind, to be bred above their means--as it was of her
mother, sir. Then she would never teach Rachel to write, for fear she
should take to scrawling nonsense of love-letters, as her mother did
before her. Now, sir, this I approved too, for I don’t much mind about
book-learning myself; and I even thought it would have been as well if
the girl had not learnt to read; but that she did learn, and was
always fond of, and I’m sure it was more plague than use too to her
grandmother, for she was as particular about the books that the girl was
to read as about all the rest. She went farther than all that, sir, for
she never would let the girl speak to a man--not a man ever entered the
doors of the house.”
“So she told me.”
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