England -- Social life and customs -- 19th century -- Fiction; Nobility -- Fiction
'The servants are to be paid off. As to the carriages and the rest of
the personal property, they go to Miss Morton; but the executors are
arranging about my paying for such furniture as I shall want.'
'And jewels?'
'There are some heirlooms, but I have not seen them. How are the
children?'
'Very well; very much delighted. Dear Herbert is the noblest boy. He
was ready to begin on his navigation studies this next term, but of
course there is no occasion for that now.'
'It is a pity, with his taste for the sea, that he is too old to be a
naval cadet.'
'The army is a gentleman's profession, if he must have one.'
'I must consider what is best for him.'
'Yes, my Lord,' impressively. 'I am hoping to know what you mean to do
for your dear brother's dear orphans,' and her handkerchief went up to
her eyes.
'I hope at any rate to give Herbert the education of a gentleman, and to
send his sisters to good schools. How are they getting on?'
'Dear Ida, she is that clever and superior that a master in music and
French is all she would want. Besides, you know, she is that delicate.
Connie is the bookish one; she is so eager about the examination that she
will go on at her school; though I would have taken her away from such a
low place at once.'
'It is a good school, and will have given her a good foundation. I must
see what may be best for them.'
'And, of course, you will put us in a situation becoming the family of
your dear brother,' she added, with another application of the
handkerchief.
'I mean to do what I can, you may be sure, but at present it is
impossible to name any amount. I neither know what income is coming to
me, nor what will be my expenses. I meant to come and see you as soon as
there was anything explicit to tell you; but of course this first year
there will be much less in hand than later.'
'Well,' she said, pouting, 'I can put up with something less in the
meantime, for of course your poor dear brother's widow and children are
your first consideration, and even a nobleman as a bachelor cannot have
so many expenses.'
'I shall not long continue a bachelor,' was the answer, given with a sort
of shy resolution.
'Now, Lord Northmoor! You don't mean to say that you intend to go on
with that ridiculous affair; when, if you marry at all, it ought to be
one who will bring something handsome into the family.'
'Once for all, Emma, I will hear no more on that subject. A twenty
years' engagement is not lightly to be broken.'
'A wretched little teacher,' she began, but she was cut short.
'Remember, I will hear no more of this, and' (nothing but despair of
other means could have inspired him) 'it is for your own interest to
abstain from insulting my future wife and myself by such remonstrances.'
Even then she muttered, 'Very hard! Not even good-looking.'
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