The discarded daughter; or, The children of the isleSouthworth, Emma Dorothy Eliza Nevitte
General
The discarded daughter; or, The children of the isle
Southworth, Emma Dorothy Eliza Nevitte
Chesapeake Bay Region (Md. and Va.) -- Fiction; Inheritance and succession -- Fiction; Maryland -- Fiction
She then threw herself languidly into the great easy-chair to await the
breaking up of the party and the appearance of General Garnet. She had
scarcely had an opportunity of speaking to him since his return.
It was not very long before she heard the gentle, cheerful bustle of the
departing guests, and the ringing tones of Judge Wylie’s voice above all
the rest, inviting everybody to Point Pleasant the next evening for the
purpose of meeting everybody else.
When the last guest had departed General Garnet entered Alice’s parlor.
“Up yet, Mrs. Garnet! Have I been so unfortunate as to disturb your
rest?”
“No—oh, no! I think you were very quiet for a party of gentlemen—not at
all like the noisy parties Judge Wylie gathers. No; I had no opportunity
of welcoming you home,” she said rising and offering her hand. “Have you
had a pleasant journey?”
“A successful one, madam, which is better. I think that there can be no
reasonable doubt that D—— will carry the majority of votes in the
districts through which we traveled.”
Her next question was a housekeeper’s query:
“How did you like your supper, and were your guests pleased?”
“All was very well, Alice—and, could they be else than pleased after so
triumphant a canvass?” said he, taking a seat and motioning Alice to do
the same. “I have something to propose to you, Alice, in regard to our
daughter.”
“Our daughter!” repeated she, with a vague fear creeping over her heart.
“Yes, our girl. I scarcely approve the loose, irregular manner in which
her education is conducted at home.”
“It may appear to you so, because her occupations and amusements are so
various; but, indeed, her habits—all habits, I mean, upon which health
and improvement depend—are very regular; and for the rest, human nature
itself—health, improvement—require some little irregularity. The rain
does not fall and the sun shine upon set days. See what a bright,
healthful, happy, intelligent child Elsie is! Part of that is owing to
her habits. She rises very early, breakfasts early, rides with Magnus or
one of the servants, returns and devotes three hours to her books.”
“Yes, all that is very well, but there should be a systematic course of
study, which, I fancy, you are not quite competent to direct.”
“Try me,” said Alice. “I have not been idle all my life, nor all my life
occupied exclusively with the eating, drinking, and wearing interests of
our family. I have found time to cultivate my mind, for Elsie’s sake. I
have read and reflected much. I expected to be Elsie’s only teacher. I
have been, hitherto. And I wish, above all things, to continue to be.
Then I shall feel better assured of her best good; better assured that
her affections will not run to waste while her intellect is cultivated.”
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